Mothafucka

“I'll kill ya, ya mothafucka,” he shouted.

“Hey, mothafucka!” I opened my eyes and looked across the aisles. “Yeh, Luke?” I said, trying to sound like his old asshole buddy.

Catching a glimpse of the man in Barbara’s dining room Idea stepped back and pulled Barbara into her bedroom across the hall. “Girl, who is that sick-lookin’ mothafucka you got up in yo house? I’m not kiddin’ with you Barbara. If you don’t hurry up and tell me what the fuck is goin’ on I’m leavin’.”