The Uribistas, fascists with delusions of being drug traffickers, spend every day saying that when they see me they're going to beat me up, shoot me, even kill me, and the day they see me they start recording with a cell phone and cry on social media about how violent I am. What did the paramilitary politicians, the paid-off journalists, and the triple-A Zionists from Rosales want? For me to let them hit me? It's not going to happen, you fucking bastards. Keep throwing shade and we'll see how things turn out! I grew up in Floralia, you fucking bastards. Look, am I going to let some rich son of a bitch or some fascist with a borrowed motorcycle put pressure on me? Whatever you want, whenever you want! You fucking snitches!