Fuck you. Ya said it yourself that ya ain't content with what I give, ya want everythin'. An' that's how it fuckin' feels when ya come at me.

Don't even know who th'fuck I am when ya drag me under with yer bullshit.

[ And he sounds upset about it, the hand pressed to his face lingers. He's trying to keep it together, but much more and he's going to snap. ]

It's fuckin' enough. I don't want ya in my head, are ya fuckin' hearin' me?

[ He's running out of ways to say it and his head aches. ]