hadda layerdown
some f***ing librol mows grass clibbins on the rode and you’re stuck slidin’ your hawg sideways like it’s a f***ing game show.
I was runnin’ late and had to slide my hawg like I was in a f***ing talent show.
My hawg was yellin’ at me, ‘Why are we doin’ this? I’m not a f***ing contestant!’
That librol mowed grass so close, I had to slide my hawg like it was a f***ing f***-up.