You know Twixie, I always say I'll try anything twice except for this bullshit. Who the hell thought of this? Oh my god! What in the world? You know I'm not gonna say what I want to say. I'm just gonna let go of the damn button and say hell no. It's a no for me on the roach tacos.
That much money you ask me if I'ma eat three roaches, bitch, I will crawl to the corner of your motherfuckin' house, knock down the baseboard, and eat the motherfuckin' whole nest of them bitches for ten million. Ten million? Bitch, I will be in that bitch. They will call me the Roach Eater after that motherfucker. I'll get a license plate that say Roach Eater on that motherfucker with a big roach on the motherfuckin' hood.
Are the roaches fried or grilled or are they baked? I don't know. Let's see. Jesus Christ. I had to think I grew up with these guys. Anyway, bless the dead. Cockroaches and salsa in the background. That's my life.
10 million. Well, it's looking kind of, you know, good right about now. Come on now, for 10 million, I think anybody will eat a three roach taco. All you gotta do is fry them up a little bit and then I'll eat it. But, yeah.
Twixie I know you know this some bullshit. Would you eat this shit is the motherfucking question. I'm cool This ain't fear factor. They got the lime. What the fuck is the lime? I'm dead. I'm just I'm cool
I swear to God I ain't even gonna hold you. For ten million dollars, I will ball that motherfucker up in my hand and get to chewing. I will put every motherfucking condiment known to man on that bitch, and I will chew the fuck out of that shit with the strongest soda ever so I can wash that bitch down. Like, give me my money.