“Before I'd touch a square bitch's slit,I'd suck a thousand clappy pricks and swim through liquid shit,They got green puke between their rotten toes,And snot runs from their funky nose,I hope square bitches become syphilitic wrecks,I hope they fall through their own assholes and break their motherfucking necks.”
“You're a cold bitch, Dallas.""Yes, I am.""Well, I suppose if I'd been murdered I'd want a cold bitch looking for my killer.”
“Son of a motherfucking, ass-reaming, shit-eating, hell-dodging soulless bitch!”
“I wouldn't hit a girl, but i'd beat a bitches ass!”
“I stand and grab a hefty bottle of perfume from the bathroom shelf and return to the bedroom door. It’s not much of a weapon, I know, but it’s heavy and square, and hitting someone over the head with a glass brick has got to be better than bitch-slapping them.”
“At that, the initial mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch.”