Hey, man, fuck y'all! I ain't telling you motherfuckers shit! You motherfuckers can suck my dick! I don't know what the fuck you talking about! Let me get the fuck out of this motherfucker, 'cuz I got shit to do, bitch!

You need to leave my property, bitch!

Stop beatin round the bush,
Let's get it on.

Either do the fucking thing and shut the fuck up, or fucking just shut the fuck up.

All I want to do is [gunshots, cash register ring sounds] take your money...
No one on the corner has swagga like us
Hit me on the banner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell just pumping that gas.

Who the fuck are you? Get out of my house...and take that fucking bulldozer with you.

I'm packin' up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit
And I'm just drivin' as far as I can get
Away from these problems 'til all of my sorrows I forget
What's tomorrow like? 'Cause tonight I'm startin' life again
Get to the corner and stop, fuck am I goin'?
Besides psycho when I fantasize startin' my whole life over

(Impersonating his father ranting drunkenly at the cookout) I'll tell you somethin', motherfucker! You can take your motherfuckin' hairy, fat-ass moustache bitch out the fuck!! You can go upstairs and get the motherfuckin' dog and scoop up the shit, and take Eddie and get these long, Angela Davis afro-wearin' motherfuckin' kids of yours and put them in the motherfuckin' guni-gugu-mobile and get the fuck out!!