No you're not talking yo mama so skinny when she when she went to the strip club to use her stripper pole I know that's OK you're so fat it took them 1 billion years to walk around you bro

Yo, your mama went to the doctor and she got on the skin and said, Whoa, I need your wait now your phone number.

I know you're not talking with my mom and step on the scale it might've gave her her phone number right by your mom slept on the stepped on the scale agave agave you say error and then if she put a hole through the floor finding that talk with the white hair

And you said some Boston rotisserie chicken you look like rotisserie chicken are you added why will salt and pepper on your chicken so I know you're not talking

Kentucky fried children sounds amazing at what

That didn't make no cut to him since.

Does it look like I fucking care?

You didn't have to care, country-ass.

Um, you can't make fun of someone's accent. I was born like this. I'm sorry.

Such a... Chummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, tummy, ugly ass.

Yo, you needn't stop worrying about my boy Timmy and stop worrying about your mom shaking ass for a buffalo wild wing gift card You stupid ass bitch Head bit like a jar of crunchy peanut butter with your stupid ass body bit like a bottle of orange gatorade with your loyal ass

When yo mama go get her white chick they say I want your white nacho phone number it is she put a hold to the flow she's the boss

This stuff, this stuff, I already heard it.

It's cool. It's cool. One day though, I'll learn.