Mufasa: Simba, you have forgotten mah dirty ass.
Simba: No yo. How tha fuck could I?
Mufasa: Yo ass have forgotten whoz ass yo ass is, n’ so forgotten mah dirty ass. Look inside yo ass, Simba. Yo ass is mo’ than what tha fuck you have become. Yo ass must take yo’ place up in tha Circle of Life.
Simba: How tha fuck can I go back, biatch? I aint whoz ass I used ta be.
Mufasa: Remember whoz ass yo ass is. Yo ass is mah son, n’ tha one legit Mackdaddy. Remember whoz ass yo ass is.

Because tha pimpin’ muthafucka tha pimp Gotham deserves yo, but not tha one it needz n’ aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo’ ass can do. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So we’ll hunt his muthafuckin ass. Because his schmoooove ass can take dat shit. Because he not a hero. Dat punk a silent guardian. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch fo’ realz. A watchful protector fo’ realz. A homie