I'm scared of them thangs dead or alive man lol
we used to live in Cuba and one day my dad though it would be funny to put a blue crab on my back. The damn things leg claws got caught in my hair
I'm tryna stand up to run but I can feel it losing its shyt and getting more tangled up
my dad laughing his ass off while I'm in this awkward ass half standing half crouching run/walk/slide looking like a hunchback just hollerin and crying for help
I remember in the midst of the struggle kinda looking back and seeing the fukking claw at my shoulder
I could feel crab breh making his way for my jugular and I just knew death was gonna follow shortly thereafter
My dad finally removed it like 5 minutes later but the damage was done