Yall kids will KILL yall. In a muthafukkin minute.
Mom: Timmy, youre grounded.
Son: And youre dead mom, bytch! YOURE fukkIN OUTTA HERE MAN!!! Youre fukkin DEAD, mom! Youre dead, fukkin dad is DEAD, man!!!
Mom: timmy, what's the problem?
Son: youre the fukkin problem. Youre the problem, dad's the fukkin problem. I TOLD U I WANT MY fukkIN SKATEBOARD OUT THE SHOP, bytch!!!
*mom comes home and see timmy in the garage*
Mom: what are u doing timmy?
Son: NOTHING MOM! GET OUTTA HERE NOW!!!
THATS WHY YOURE fukkIN OUTTA HERE!!!
Mom: Timmy, youre grounded.
Son: And youre dead mom, bytch! YOURE fukkIN OUTTA HERE MAN!!! Youre fukkin DEAD, mom! Youre dead, fukkin dad is DEAD, man!!!
Mom: timmy, what's the problem?
Son: youre the fukkin problem. Youre the problem, dad's the fukkin problem. I TOLD U I WANT MY fukkIN SKATEBOARD OUT THE SHOP, bytch!!!
*mom comes home and see timmy in the garage*
Mom: what are u doing timmy?
Son: NOTHING MOM! GET OUTTA HERE NOW!!!
THATS WHY YOURE fukkIN OUTTA HERE!!!