What ass do you have to show? Do you want us to wait your socks? Your fit, you know? Your hair, you know? Your fucking t-shirt? Fucking dirty ass socks again. You want us to wait your pants? Do you want us to wait, bruh? You ain't got no ass. You ain't fucking show your face.

What's your horse's name?

What are we supposed to be wearing? Dirty ass socks? Some ugly ass skinny jeans? That ugly ass shirt? Like, come on. You couldn't even take the picture in a nice area. Like, I'm disappointed. He's older than this boy.

Where's the face and get your stinky crusty feet outta here when Mitch Mike sucks? Nigah, you four years old?

I can't really see your face, I don't know what I'm supposed to be reading, but... The face is ass. I- like, I don't know. Everything about this is ass. It looks ghetto, it looks even ghetto.

Yeah, but like what are we supposed to be writing because Because that floor, I give it a 7 out of 10.

I don't really see your face. All I see is those of the white dirty black socks on your feet. Maybe you should wash them. You know, it would do you some good, okay? and come back and let us reach you and show your face.

Okay, let's break this down quick. You got mixed matched socks and they're ankle socks, so minus people to that. You have tight jeans with holes in them. I still don't understand how people get their legs to this. As he rips on the bar, is that not uncomfortable? Do you have your little drip? I don't like to get your leg up. I don't like your shirt. So I'm going to give you to your channel. Thank you.

Where's the face where's the beef