I see you...

NUTTIN' A LITTLE BOURBON COULDN'T HEAL MOTHERFUCKA.

BESIDES, I GOT THE AK-47. WHEN YOU ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY GOT TO KILL EVERY MOTHERFUCKER IN THE ROOM. ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES.
 
NORMALLY YO' ASS WOULD BE DEAD AS FUCKING FRIED CHICKEN RIGHT NOW, BUT YOU HAPPEN TO PULL THIS SHIT WHILE I'M IN A TRANSITIONAL PERIOD AND I DON'T WANT TO KILL YOU.
 
The alchemist who made him gold could not
Purge from his soul this corrupt element
And in a blood bath, as in ancient Rome,
Remembered by the mighty in their latter days
Knew not to warm this dazzled corpse
Where flows not blood but Lethe's waters green.
 
HEY, SEWER RAT MAY TASTE LIKE PUMPKIN PIE BUT I'D NEVER KNOW 'CAUSE I WOULDN'T EAT THE FILTHY MOTHERFUCKAS. PIGS SLEEP AND ROOT IN SHIT. THAT'S A FILTHY ANIMAL. I AIN'T EATIN NUTHIN' THAT AIN'T GOT ENOUGH SENSE TO DISREGARD IT'S OWN FECES.