Like they don't have enough trouble and *.
I had my little nephew with me one day, man.
We sat in the parking lot of a 7-Eleven for 30 minutes
trying to build up enough nerve to go buy a * Slurpee.
Because I was scared and *,
because I like to mix my flavors and *.
I go mix my flavors at the Serpi machine,
motherfucker,
don't you mix flavor.
I blow * up, motherfucker.
That cup cost me 39 cent.
This all good, this motherfucking 911 *, man.
That * jumped off.
Motherfuckers was scared to fly.
Black folks, we wasn't even bullshitting.
We wasn't tripping.
Like,
they wasn't trying to get us.
They was trying to get the white man.
Because he the devil.
That's who the * they wanted.
Mexican people was like, oh, *, man.
Some * up bullshit, hoss.
Pepe would have did that * with your lowrider,
hoss.
I'd have to * cut that *.
You puto.
You slam my * into the taco truck, hoss.
What's up with that?
Where the gay motherfuckers?
Gay motherfuckers?
Right, right, right.
All right, represent, represent.
I don't have nothing against gay motherfuckers.
I just don't like no dicks in my area.
I'm allergic.
Any lesbians?
Lesbians?
All right, I got a little lesbian in me, too.
I don't know what Vos was talking about.
Talking about my brothers don't eat pussy.
*, I'll lick your ass into a * coma.
Oh, my God, flatline.
Hold on.
Move the bitch.
I got it.
She's back.
But,
fellas,
you can't go down on all these women.
Hell no.
See?
Like we in church in this bitch, huh?
Can I get an amen?
Because some of you women are foul.
Flagrant.
Aggressive.
Want to be all natural and * like Erykah Badu.
You need to potpourri your *.
You need to honey glaze your *.
You know how when you're driving in your car,
dogs like to stick their heads out the window
and let that breeze hit them and *?
When you're putting your makeup on in the morning,
stick your * out the window and let the * breeze hit it.
It's got to breathe.
* ain't right.
I * around, licked a young lady one day.
She said, daggit, I
want you to lick my kitty cat.
I was like, for real?
I don't do animals.
She said, no, my kitty cat.
I was like, oh, that kitty cat.
Ha-ha, uh-uh.
Look at your kitty cat.
Your * look all retarded, all, uh.
I ain't licking that *.
Look all, uh.
But she fooled me.
She told me it tastes like chicken.
I was like, bitch, come here.
You stink ho, this don't taste like chicken.
This * tastes like calamari.
I ought to poke you in your * eyes.
Pussy ain't supposed to taste like that.
There's something wrong with your pussy.
It's sick.
It's got the flu.
Some Tylenol in that *.
Sorry, bitch.