You Southerners make good wine. I'll give you that
You got a nice wet twat between your legs?
I got no fear of what's out there
Go tell her she can bite down on a rag or she can bite down on my fist
Listen to me Bastard, all you lot from South of the wall, you're Southerners
Any man lays a hand on one of my wives, he loses the hand
When you're all the way North, there's only one direction to go