I don't know if you're aware, but your kids suck ass.
You need someone to whip them, then just ask, cuz they ain't as perfect as you say they
is.
They ain't perfect at all.
You're raising babies, kids.
I'm sorry.
I don't know you.
I don't mean to get pissy, but you need to discipline your bratty kids, you hippie.
Like come here, you little jerk.
Taste the back of my palm.
But you ain't my daddy.
No, but I'm doing your mom.
Now I know you think they're angels, but they're driving me insane.
I'll punch your baby in the face just for crying on a plane, cuz I don't mess around.
You need to control them or I'll lose it.
But I made you a drawing.
Shut the fuck up, kid.
That's stupid.
Now I'm gonna get my truck.
I'm gonna load all my boys in back.
I'm gonna find out where you live and break all your toys in half.
And I know it ain't your birthday, but when nobody's looking, I'm gonna give you a little
present.
What?
An ass whooping.
I never ever thought I'd say a kid deserved to get hit, but it's obvious time out ain't
working for shit.
Yeah.
I've seen your parenting style.
It ain't all that.
You got to hit the little brat with a wiffle ball back, because this is obviously more
than just a youthful rebellion.
You've got to belt the little hellions with a belt when they're yelling, because you don't
want me to do it, because I'll paint their little brains all over the wall when I spank
them with a chainsaw.
And while they acting wild and loose, if they deserve the ass whooping, it ain't child abuse.
When I'm trying to buy groceries and they're mucking up my style, they're like drunken
little midgets running up and down the aisle, touching everything in sight.
And geez, for Christ's sake, I think one of them just stuck his little penis in my cake
and now I'm going to have to put it back and get a new one.
And it bugs me.
But mommy says I'm beautiful.
Shut the fuck up, kid.
You're ugly.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
I'm with your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Let me whip your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Let me whip your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Let me whip your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Let me whip your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Let me whip your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Let me whip your kids.
I can't stand kids misbehaving, running around and disobeying.
All they need is a kick in the pants, a punch in the butt, a lesson that will finally shut
them up.
Please let me whip your children.
Please let me whip your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Please let me whip your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Kiss me.
I'm with your kids.
Oh, come on, people.
It's a joke.
We would never hit anyone's kid.
Come on.
I love kids.
Come here and give me a hug you little rug rats.
Come here.
Hey.
What?
What the?
What?
Ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!
