Man, you know you f*****g leave s**t in that fat-ass herping on your lip, biting down on that motherfucker. That bitch from Pop Open.

I cannot go out of that little building, I need you to know that I'm not a woman, I'm a girl. I'm a little boy who's too broke for a friend to know. But it's your fat **** in my mouth, old boy. For the lunch I'm back, it's your little, weird, cheap, street-manushing, I'm breakfast, I'm back, it's your female. Oh, I told him this.

You say you eat booty hole in the mornings, you look like an ass crack. You look like you're trying to be black. You look like a ghetto mid-white boy. You look like you just fell from a cliff and said, you know what, did you pray today? Cause for real you didn't.

Uhhhhhhhhhh, you ugly as shit. You look like a fuckboy.

I'm just fucking around, you know, I'm a pretty decent still-life fuckboy though.

What the fuck

Um, sir, what's going on with that lip-eye don't really... You have a nice hair, but like... The hell?