What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little fucking

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What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little fucking cotton grower? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Iowa State Agricultural Academy, and I've been involved in numerous secret peanut-related experiments, and I have over 300 confirmed patents. I am trained in the peanut sciences, and I'm the top peanut researcher in the entire Tuskegee Institute. You are nothing to me but just another non-peanut grower. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision of the likes that has never been seen before on this soil, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit about me over your agricultural bulletins? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of peanut growers across the United Peanut Associations of America and your address is being traced right now so you better for the storm, motherfucker. The storm that wipes out that pathetic little thing you call your "plantation". You're about to have a serious crop failure, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, (except for peanut growing season) and I can kill you in over 700 ways, and that's just with bare unprocessed peanuts. Not only am I extensively trained in peanut combat, but I have access o the entire arsenal of the United States Department of Agriculture and I will use its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the South, you little cotton-growing little shit. If only you could have known what sort of peanut-based retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring upon you, maybe you would've held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, motherfucker. I will shit peanuts all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.