Say it to my face.#badinfluence #badfriend #badmouth

You know what I fucking love? When people can't keep my name out of their shit-filled mouths. Whether it's good shit or bad shit or just straight-up horseshit, if you're fucking wasting your breath talking about me, I'm already winning, motherfucker. I'm living rent-free in that tiny-ass brain of yours, and I know it's driving you batshit crazy. Keep talking shit. Hell, at this point, you might as well get my name tattooed on your fucking forehead since you're so fucking obsessed. It's fucking hilarious how much time you spend talking shit when your own life is a flaming dumpster of regrets and bad decisions. You really think your lame-ass shit-talking is bringing me down? Surprise, motherfucker, the joke's on you. All you're doing is making me look like even more of a badass while you're stuck being the bitter fucking sidekick loser in your own pathetic story. So keep running that sewer hole of yours, keep obsessing over what I'm doing, and keep proving that I'm living in your head rent-free. You're basically my number one fan, even if you're too fucking stupid to realize it. Keep fucking shit up and spread chaos like a boss.