The time of year a twelvemonth past, / When Fred and I would meet, / We needs must jangle, till at last / We fought and I was beat.

Nuff boy move funny just fi get money.

They were wimping along and I was accomplished, she asserts with some pride and a touch of arrogance.

You bust in the house, another bitch’s mouth is suckin on your man's dick What do you do: think straight? Or do you run to the back, Open the trunk to the nickel-plate 38? “Wait wait, baby, please!” That's the shit he's coppin when he’s down on both his knees