It ain't funny.

I'll knock a lung loose.

I'll kick yer ass so hard you'll have to clear yer throat to fart.

I'm tougher 'n a two dollar steak.

Grinning like a possum eatin’ a yellow jacket.

I'm gonna wipe the floor with ya, then whup yer ass for not gettin' in the corners.

I'm gonna hit ya so hard, yer kids'll be borned dizzy.

That shines like a diamond in a goat’s ass.

I'm gonna kick yer ass so hard you can whistle through yer hemorrhoids.

I'll be on you like Bobby Knight on a point guard.

I was getting ready to come over there and box your ears

You ain't bigger than a pop corn fart

I’m ready to knock a pop knot on your head big enough to need a birth certificate

I'm getting ready to kick your ass so hard you're gonna eat dingleberries in your Cap'N Crunch

I was getting ready to be on you like a cockroach on a HoneyBun

It's gonna be nothing for me to get down there to clean your clock.

I'll be on you like ants on a fish head

I'll punch you right between the running lights

Be on somebody like ugly on a baboon's ass

I'm gonna be on you like a wet fart on satin panties

Getting ready to put a pop knot on your head big enough to have it's own social security number

I'm getting ready to be on somebody like a piss ant in a bedroll.

You’re so fat, you need neck deodorant.

I’ll pop a damned knot on your head so big, it’ll need a zip-code.

I’ll be on you like a duck on a June bug.

I’m so damned hard you could roller skate on me.

Yer’ picken’ fly shit out of pepper now.