everything- it's universal truth, but souless brutes like you won't know; nor Kockroaches that come out at night and bats straight up scaid uh broad dalight, possums and the phukking likes- you're flaky- these be my sistahs, exempt from filli bustahs like you! Go drown in your own stew, let that Kris piss be your undo. Shut da phukkin' mike off! You gots nothing to say, you're a jackass- born to bray, them dead presidents be your hay! Your mama should be ashamed, and your carcass *** should bust into flames; I and I cuss the hem of your garments, ya best-a repent fah teaching dis respect for these women whose blood, tears and sweat done cradleded I and I from the beginning of time. Ya JAHDAMNED SWINE!