Don't worry, boo. I'm-a put hands on him. I'm talking hot grits, extension cords, Timberland boots. I'm-a f*ck up that bitch's Instagram account, I'm-a put two Q-tips in his pee-pee hole and I'm-a walk 'em around. I'm-a just wipe...I'm-a just swipe in that thing and I'm-a yank 'em out! And then I'm-a stick my fingers up in his ass and tell him I'm checking his prostate, but really I'm-a yank his balls out the back of that motherfucker. And then I'm-a put my fist so far up his ass, I'm-a pull his heart out
through that motherfucker and I'm-a "nabi da Shakti de" that shit. Just..."boom boom...boom boom...b-boom...boom boom..." And then I'm-a stick my fingers back up in his ass and then I'm-a twirl 'em around and see if that make him giggle a little bit. You know, 'cause I like to make a motherfucker laugh when I hurt him, you know what I'm saying?