Don, Don, Donny, I just don't knowYou know, it's just, it's just too much stuff out hereI sit here and drink, my wife, she's gonna leave meAnd I just don't knowHell, you need to smack herIt's what all women need, and it's what they wantThey make you do it, hellI just don't know, I don't, I don't want to smack nobody aroundI ain't telling you to smack nobody, I'm just sayin'Well, you just said it, you just came out your mouth and told me-Just sayin' that she wouldn't mouth off so muchIt, it a'int the mouthin' off-Who the hell is that?Whereabouts?Comin' up the road there, he's coming in my goddamned yardOh that's, let him get a little closer, I can't see who...I'm getting my goddamned shotgun, who the fuck is-No, hold on, hold on Donny, you always wantin' to shoot-That's Bubba K, that's Bubba KBubba who?Bubba K. He's from Athens. Boy from AthensWhat the hell is wrong with him?He's probably-Boy!What the fuck, he's on the goddamned porch, Wayne!He's comin up here, lets just see what he wantsGet him the fuck off my porch!It's okay, Bubba's coolHe's alrightHey, hey, hey boy(Bubba)What's goin' on folk?Get up, boyGet the hell up!Where the fuck's my car at?Hello?Bubba?
