“You talk too damn much, you backwood, incest bred, cousin fuckin’, shit smelling, sheep raping peckerwood,” I muttered, towering over him. “If I didn’t have better things to do, I’d take my time shutting you up permanently. You wanted a nigga, well the nigga is here, beating yo’ muthafuckin’ ass. This ain’t the old South. Bitch, I’ll stomp yo’ ass for all my ancestors. Stop fuckin’ playing with me, pussy ass hoe!”
