He was late to pick up his order from McDonald's.

That ***** fuckin' said, oh, like, he'd be checking his files every week, I think, and, he was, he, and he decided to, he was gonna beat his ass, and he decided to take one, and now, now he's a murderer, he don't wanna get his ass beat, like, once y'all toys get suspended, or you don't

Not gonna lie, not gonna lie, fighting a sped kid is crazy like But you obviously know you go with so like Not trying to be rude or nothing, but like what's the point of even fighting dude?

That boy running for his life, that boy running, that run bruh, look at that weight bruh.

Nah, cuz where was bro waddling to? Like where were you waddling to? I don't- If I was that fat, I would have just dropped on the floor and rolled away Stop, drop, and roll because where was he running to? What the hell?