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No, my worst ass whooping was when I was a kid and it probably had something to do with my sister and I'm gonna say no I didn't deserve it I was just an innocent boy stander.
I don't remember exactly why, but when I was like 10, I remember I told my mother no, I'm like a dumbass. I ran out the house, my mother left the front door open and I went back inside and got my ass whipped at night.
Not while I'm for respect man. I ain't gon' cap boy. You look back you're like, man I ain't have to do that. Why did I do that? The things we do as kids man, it's crazy.
You know what? From time to time I think about it and it wasn't really until you asked this question. And I'm like damn what was I doing to make me that damn bad? But I learned quickly, trust me.
Shoe mama left me in charge and they got in trouble and I would be behind and then Dom they came in and mom on with my hair and then I got another whip on top of being there behind shut up you need to teach your children that might why don't have any children shit
Nah, my dad was abusive, but my worst ass weapon wasn't the worst ass weapon he had given out, but yeah, my mom let him off his leash, so to speak, and he picked me up by my hair and lifted me from my seat and drug me to my room and beat me. So yeah, yeah man, it was undeserved.