Yo, fuck the house arrest. We gotta talk about them long-ass, grippin-ass toes that you got fuckin' on, bro. Get the fuck out, bro. This shit can't be real because I don't know how the fuck you got them shoes on!

Oh my god, those poles are rusty, dusty, crusty, musty, not trying to be mean, but I'm telling the truth, my god. And why do you got those stigma checks? Don't think people should stay in their house if they put them on your leg? Did you do something bad? Oh my god!