A rat in my kitchen, bitch. I fucking despise roaches. Those bitches are so nasty. And, like, you know what? Little Ratatouille can cook me something. Like...

Fucking rat in my kitchen, bro. I would not want to have a roach in my fucking bed, bro. I would never sleep in my bed again. I'll sleep in the fucking living room on the floor.

Okay, again, I'm sorry, but if any bitch got a fucking roach in their bed, I'm killing the roach and them. Bitch, set the fucking house on fire. Are you fucking crazy? What the fuck you do? Got a six-legged bug in your bed.

A. A roach is extra protein.

Most definitely a rat in the kitchen because if I find a roach in my bed, that is his bed now That's not my bed That's his bed. He owns that Fuck snow

I had a roach in my bed. Spider in my ear. Pigeon in my lung. There's nothing I ain't been through. Ruff boy from Mississippi. Facts 100.

See, the thing is, if you see one roach, it's not just one roach, it's never just one roach. It's gonna be more, and it's gonna have babies more than likely. A rat, it's more than likely just one, unless you're a fucking hoarder.

I would rather have a roach in my bed, because I am scared of rats, and um, you're gonna have a hard time trying to kill that rat, and a roach, you could just easily just slap it in his bed, or like, stomp on it however they do it, but like, a roach is easy to kill, a rat is, you have to take time killing that, so like, yeah, oh my god, oh.

I'd rather have rats in my kitchen, because them cockroaches ain't safe. Mm-mm. I'm finna roast them, put some salt on them shit. Nah, that shit finna be bustin', for real, for real.

Easily, I would rather find a rat in my kitchen. I cannot handle roaches and yet they seem to follow me everywhere I go. I just can't, I can't deal with them. We have like, I saw a flying roach in my house one time and I went absolutely freaking crazy.