*in theatre class, rehearsing a scene*
My friend: Objection lack of evidence
Me, tired of being serious: Objection lack of bitches
My friend: Objection lack of father
Me: Objection lack of hairline
My friend: Objection stale ass wig
Me, wearing a wig: TAKE THAT BACK
Guys I found the real lyrics to the chorus of Sugar, We’re Going Down!!!
We’re going down, down, and we’re mooing around
And, sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be the number one younger bullet
I know you got cornflakes cock it and pull it