Murda Mook : Yo baby, what the f** was wrong with that n***a?
The girl : Baby what the f** was wrong with 'em?
Murda Mook : I don't got no clue! But I know we need to get the f** outta here
Hey, hey valet, valet! Bring my car man, can I get my car?
Valet : How you doin' sir?
Murda Mook : How you doin' man? Hey! Uh, I need my car man, here my ticket go man, please
Valet : Alright, I'll give it to my man, bring your car right around
Murda Mook : Ok then, no problem!
Guy : Hey wa**up man? You thought it was over? n***a I'm in your range rover
Murda Mook : Yo what the f**?!
Guy : Man red rover, red rover, call [?]. n***a I battle you 'til it's snow stars and the sun in his [?]
This motherf**ing battle rapper thing he's J-Over (?), he's a f**ing Jehovah, witness and vices and we couldn't even fix this if we coudldn't even do my dishes
Murda Mook : Man get the f** outta my car!
Welcome to my life