Ay, hoe-ass *****, since you wanna have smoke for the Don, bitch, I'm smokin' yo boots every chance I get. You're a loser who can only get two views on a pic with a stupid-ass motherfuckin' insect, but got the nerve to talk to me? Shut yo bitch-ass up and realize who the fuck you talkin' to. The Don is spoken ONLY on the Hoodie Stereo. And yo dad a bitch, *****. Fuck me.

Yeah, shut the fuck up. Just like Don said, you a bitch ass *****, and your daddy a fucking bitch. Go kill yourself, *****. Fuck outta here. Don the stereo has spoken, my *****. You cannot go against Don the stereo. He is literally him. Now, fuck off. I'm on this *****'s neck.

Bro, you're weird for having one of those fucking things, bro. That does not make you cool, it makes you a fucking freak. Why would you want that to be in your house at all? You're fucking weird, bro. That is not a dog. It's the fucking size of one, but it is not a dog. Why do you want a fucking weird-ass-looking spider, bro? That shit is ugly. I will come to your house and step on it, bro, and what are you going to do then, huh? Spray-paint-sucked dick on my face? Mm, OK.