Shiiiiit, what dis Wildcat biznass dey be talkin ’bout? Mo’fuckas be straight up tripping. Wildcat offense? Fuck dat shit! I ain’t playin’ no Wildcat! Imma mo’fuckin dawg, son. A dawg dat done been locked up in da pound. A muthafuckin dawgpound, son! See I had time in da pound to be philosophizing and shit. Yeah yeah, between workin’ out, drinkin’ mah grape drink, and passin’ that sticky icky with my boy T-Bone, I done did a lot of thinkin’ and shit. Continue Reading »