The Rules of Fucking

I was really good for him with Kenny, their youngest brother. He'd use this arm to hold the steering wheel and smoke a 100 Marbrough. And feather his hair with a brush because he was just perfectly high on pills. I can say the N word by can't say. Like what kind of fucking rules were these? No GD is so serious. My dad uses it all the time. So when I went out into the universe, I was just like, yeah, God damn freaking God damn cars doesn't run. People like, you go to the south. You need to be on stage for one goddamn hour. If you five minutes short, I'm talking your pay.