Cut the pecan tree

hello hello I'm trying to reach uh uh L.C. Davis

Hey, let me, let me, Hey, my name is Marcus. Uh, my, my mom and them live next door to you. Uh, the Patterson, Mr. Mr. Mrs. Palace, my mom and daddy live next door to you. And I was calling cause, uh, y'all got a pecan tree in y'all backyard. That's, I mean, right on the fence line and it keep, you know, pecan and stuff keep falling over into my mom and them yard. So I'm trying to see if y'all can do something, man, where y'all can pick up. I mean, my mom and them live next door to you. Uh, the Patterson, Mr. Mr. and Mrs. Patterson, my mom and daddy live next door to you. And I was calling cause, uh, y'all got a pecan tree in y'all backyard. That's, I mean, right on the fence line and it keep, you know, pecan and stuff keep falling over into my mom and them yard

and them that got a little older you know we've been picking them up for a long time but I need

somebody to like maybe you can cut the limbs back that's hanging over so that they won't you know

the pecans won't be falling over into my mom and them yard because you know for them to be bending

over like they're picking up them pecan it's a lot of them so I you know Mr. Mr. Davis I just

wanted to holler at you and see if you don't mind maybe cutting the limbs back because even when we

turn the lawnmower on and stuff man it just you know the pecans and stuff be coming out of the

Well, first of all, my pecan tree is an old pecan tree, and it's bought well.

And I can't see me cutting it.

Well, I mean, I'm not saying cutting it.

You can't hire nobody to maintain your yard.

But, I mean, you, as your mother, you can maintain your mother's yard.

Sir, I go by my mother's house, you know, every other day and check on her.

I mean, if you just, it don't seem no more than like maybe four or five limbs that's hanging over there, but them four or five limbs, I mean, they, they, there's a lot of pecans falling off of there.

But it's shady. My pecan tree is shady. I go back there. There's no kind of nothing back there.

Okay, okay, sir.

You can hire someone to rake the yard, whatever.

Sir.

I'm not cutting my tree for no shit like that.

I just want you to cut a few limbs sir

So you know those

That way those are the ones that are hanging over

It won't be you know the pecans won't be falling over

Into my mom's damn yard

And you know like I say they older now man

They can't be bending over like that

So you know I'm just coming to you

As a man right now and asking you

Will you please cut this down

So these pecans can quit falling over my mom's damn yard

Well I'm asking you

All you can do is hire someone

Okay someone

No, it's a guy that cuts the yard, but even when he cutting the yard, these pecans is flying out from underneath the yard.

The lawnmower, sooner or later, we're going to be breaking windows over there.

What kind of lawn person you have that don't pick up before they cut?

Hey, man, why am I arguing with you about picking up stuff and all of this?

I'm asking you to cut a funky little five limbs so these doggone pecans ain't falling off my mama's yard.

You you want to cut you you're gonna make me come on cut the whole I will come cut the whole damn tree down

You ain't gonna fuck with my goddamn tree

I grew that tree from when I was a kid and that tree gonna stay in that motherfucking yard long as I stay there

Sir, look, I didn't ask you like a man to cut your little funky pecan tree down now

I ain't finna have my work. You know what guess what fuck you you you you bad enough you come cut it

Tonight, today rather, this evening, it's either going to be two things happening.

Either you're going to cut these five limbs that I won't cut, or I'm going to cut the whole damn pecan tree down.

That's why I carry a .357 for all you bad motherfuckers think you're going to run from here.

That's my tree, and nobody's going to fuck with my goddamn tree.

Come on. Come on. Come on, motherfucker. You just come on.

I'm waiting on your motherfucking ass. I'm here right now.

Is you over there right now?

Right fucking now, nigga.

Okay, then I'll bring...

I will bring my ass right on back.

You know what?

How the fuck you get my motherfucking number in the way?

I got your number.

I done found it.

Your name is listed in the phone book.

L.C. Davis.

I got it because it's the same.

It's one address less than my mama's.

You're going to cut this damn tree down.

I don't give a...

I don't give a fuck about you, I don't give a fuck about your mama.

Bring your bitch ass here.

I'm waiting on a motherfucker anyway.

Man, I ain't used my motherfucking .357 in a long time any goddamn way.

I've been waiting on a motherfucker like you.

Come on, bring your bitch ass home.

I'm waiting.

You done lost your damn mind.

Why you can't just put the gun down and throw these hands like a real man?

Why you can't do that?

Motherfucker niggas don't do that shit.

That's the sadness.

This the motherfucking 2008.

Who we shoot?

And I'm ready to shoot.

See, that's what's wrong right there.

Why you can't put the gun down and throw these hands like a real man?

Why you can't do that?

You stupid motherfucker.

I'm not young no more.

I don't fight.

Shit, y'all don't fight.

Y'all shoot.

I'm stupid.

I want you to...

You know what you can do?

Tell your motherfucking mom to make up a corn pie and bring me a pizza

after I kill your bitch ass.

Come fuck with me if you want.

I'm here.

What you say about my mama?

Tell her to make a motherfucking pecan pie for me when I kill your bitch ass.

I tell you what, let me ask you this.

Let me ask you this right here.

Why you got to have the gun?

Why we can't just throw these hands like real men do?

You little young, punk-ass motherfucker.

I told you once and I told you twice, nigga.

I'm on you, young-ass nigga.

I will blow your motherfucking head move out.

Stop with my motherfucking.

You know what?

I'm going to go get a goddamn no trespassing sign right now.

tell my y'all don't blow your bitch ass away

tell your fucking mama

tell my mama what

motherfucking

make a goddamn pecan pie with

the fucking pecan

tell them pick it up

and make a fucking pecan pie with it

make a pecan pie

I don't want no pecan pie

we don't even eat pecan pie

we so sick of these damn pecans

you got falling over in the backyard

Now, I'm trying not to hurt you, old man.

I really am.

Hurt me?

Motherfucker, hurt me?

Come on, hurt me.

I got this .357 loaded for your bitch ass.

Come on with the motherfucker.

Come and bring your bitch ass to my motherfucking house.

I'm waiting on your goddamn ass.

I'm here.

I'm ready.

Motherfucker, come on.

Bring your ass on.

Motherfucker, bring your goddamn ass on.

I'm on my way.

Is your ass outside?

Is you outside?

Motherfucker, I'm going to have a goddamn lawn chair

Where you just come on

You gonna be well, where you gonna be at

You get out my mama driveway right now get out my mama driveway

I don't want a bitch to put me out.

I'm going to...

Put me the fuck out.

You get your ass...

You get your ass back in your driveway.

You get out of my mama's driveway.

You get out of it.

You get out of my mama's driveway.

No, bitch.

Stop what you're crying for now.

I'm tired of your motherfucking shit.

I told you I'm here waiting on you.

You get out of my mama's...

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Get out of my mama's driveway.

Baby, go cook me something.

I'm going to sit here.

God damn it.

Come on.

I got one more thing I need to say to you.

You ain't got a motherfucking thing to say to me.

Are you listening to me?

You don't got a motherfucking thing to say.

I'm waiting at you at your mama house.

Come on with it.

This is Nephew Tommy from the Steve Harvey Morning Show.

You just got pranked by your brother, Milton.

Man, I don't say this kind of shit, man.

Milton, I'm going to put my feet.

You say

I don't pay this shit

I'm too old for this kind of bullshit

I'm gonna kill your motherfucking ass

LC

Do me a favor first of all

Get out them people yard

Go back to your yard

God damn

You just gave me high blood pressure

With this bullshit

I'm gonna call Milton

He don't want to get his ass shot

I'm gonna shoot somebody

Wait a minute

Elsie

Elsie

You got to pull up though

Go put the 357 up

Alright

Ain't nobody

Ain't nobody mad

About your pecan tree

None of that

Go put it up

Ain't nobody finna cut it down

Ain't nobody tripping

You alright?

Hell no

I got a headache now man

That's it

You don't want my blood pressure

To sky high

Shit

Hey man

Your brother

Your brother

Y'all

What y'all

Y'all listen to

Y'all close to the station

And where y'all at?

I live in Lake Charles.

I listen to y'all, but I ain't shit.

God damn.

Calm down.

But that's the thing.

Your brother told me.

He said, man, he listens faithfully every morning.

He listens to the D Harvey.

Yeah, man.

I be carrying my grandkids to school listening to this shit.

Boy, y'all something else, man.

get somebody killed man oh man you I told you good you put country all right

everybody you back in your yard man okay man please don't do that I mean you put

the pistol up

and you're running to your brother Milton, all right?

Yeah, I'm going to beat his ass with a baseball bat or something.

All right, man, you take it easy.

All right, you too, man.