Originally Posted by Dirt McGirt

ayo, you ever go from tha club back to sum bitches pad an therez a littl yappy dog dat try jumpin on tha bed an lickin yo face whne you tryin to **** son?

i got dog hair all ova my fly threadz son.

Originally Posted by Dirt McGirt

ayo, i didnt listen to dat ****, buti been huffin on paint thinner since 4 son.

Originally Posted by Dirt McGirt

r kelly know where tha fly junior high bitchez at, respec.

Originally Posted by Dirt McGirt

yo, what happen in tha pen stays in tha pen son. a brutha dont talk about dat **** naamean? i had tha new bloodz toss my salad, but i dont mention dat **** naamean?

Originally Posted by Dirt McGirt

****in def son, evry extra kid you make iz anotha welfare check.

keep livin the dream an knock up sum mo bitchez. hella ganxta.

Originally Posted by Dirt McGirt

yo son, tha dirt dawg be eatin 3 mealz wif fruit an veg, doin mad pushupz an gettin plenty o chillin time. so why iz it like woodstock 99 evry time i wipe down there?

Originally Posted by Dirt McGirt

tha dirt dawg was too busy gettin steak and a blowjob, and by that i mean putting bitz o liver in a jam jar an pretendin it was a girls mouf.