[Puts my phone in my pocket and starts to walk down the street]
[punches you across the face]
[Kicks him in the stomach]
[Groans and holds my stomach, falling onto the floor as i spit out blood]
We know what you’re doing sir… My advice is if you leave. I don’t like snitches.
I don’t know what the fuck you talking about [Wipes my mouth]
Scram.









