The Crunkest ass Joos

This morning I pulled up to a stoplight on my way to work. An f'in SUV pulled up next to me. Some manner of explorer. I got into racing mode cause that mother ass bitch was makin looks at me like it was some kind of carnival ass ride and I was like "oh's no you motha fucka's" and his girl was all pickin gum out of her hair and beating their two drunk children while she nursed their infant. So I crank up my tunes, I do believe they were something along the lines of Motion without meaning by thrice. He didn't have no clue about it and was looking at the housdings and keeping sure of the police`. I rev my motor, he's still tying his keds. I pour some coffee while he's catching butterflies. Finally, I drop a ceramic lounge singer, and the light turns green. I's takin off, I'm not sure he realized we were racing, which worked to my advantage, because speed wise, I put a baby in his gullet with all the raping I was doing to his face. And he loves that shit. I then leap from my granny car onto his hood, and redirect his glasses so the sun beams rays of heat into his retnals. He's crying blood while his kids throw little plastic chucky cheese at him and his wife pissing on him screaming he needs to win more bread. I then take this opportunity to leap back into my still moving and unwrecked for once car while it speeds toward a flaming school bus which I demolish with shockwaves of laughter while eating a penguin that fell off the L. Wild Bill Hickuptheend.