The day I ask my people to fight with the crows is the day my people cut my guts from my belly and make me eat them
Killing crows in their castle is tough, killing them out here in the open, that's what we do
I have a jug of sour goat's milk stronger than any of that grape water you southern twats
I like you boy, but if you lie to me, I'll pull your guts out through your throat