Eloquence? Mufuckin rite.

Nyohmygad-

Nuh-uh.


Get out of my head and into your car and drive away.


Momma thinks I'm a ho cuz of you ( cuz of me too but cuz of you mostly ). Why don't you pay me next time? Least then I can take myself out to dinner.

Even though I let you up in my jingle-jangle poppin-fresh sugar walls without making you do shit for me. MY BAD- SORRY.


Power trip gonna make you slip over your own damn shoelaces. Even if you ain't got none cuz you don't wear shoelaced shoes.


All I want is to find somebody who looks like you, sounds like you, suck a titty like you, and stalks me on the internet too.  Why ain't you be up on my shit?

GET UP ON MY SHIT IF YOU GONNA MAKE MY MOMMA THINK IMA HO.


I want a man who says to me, "Bitch, I love you. I want to start fights with Albanians who look in your general direction. Your face makes my dick smile. You write super-good. Lemme have you fix me some pancakes. Talk dirty to me in that Long-Island jew voice you like to do- fuck, thinking about it gets me hard.  Let's make a baby and name is Carlisle. Lemme sing at you like an off-key Dean Martin- now get wet slut."

Best get on it QUICK before I find Eunice T. Kawosky. I know he's waitin on me at a rest stop somewhere.