There's Perfect, and then there's perfects Son.

So you see this one time

I was walkin down da screet.

Right. Right.

And dis man had come up to me;

Well, he wunt no man, kay?

He was dis lil 'boy', like 10 years younggg?

Yeah das right.

So he done came up to me and was like;

"Girllll, can I be Burger King and you be Mcdonalds

so I can have it my way, and you be lovin it?"

Das what he done said to me!

I know, I know.

Rude.

I been like,

"Young Man, on-know wherr yo moma daddy be

But chyou needs ta bounce, okayy?"

And he'd slapped me on my butt.

and dah jus jankk, okay?

that dont fly in my book.

So I had said,

"Look, you bes get on somewhere, for I knock dem cawn rolls outcha hair

and shove dees hills so far up your...

"How dare you talk to MY son like that! He is the sweetest little boy, and for you to talk such language to him."

(in my head)

Lady if you dont go on somewhere and teach yo son a thang or two,

ima knock yo lights out too. Cuz on the real side, that aint even right.