kitteh citteh

stone killa tails from the gritteh citteh, ya feel meh? (AKA cats + "The Wire")

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“Tell the fuckin Councilman I ain’t his personal scammer. You tell him I’m a businessman. Yeah, his bitch ass will talk shit like he don’t know me when the cameras are on, but as soon as I get him in my booth, he’s pushing walk-around money all up on me. Fuck it, you know what? Tell Mr. Fucking Councilman Motherfucker I got other people I can help from here on out, people who actually got suction at Citteh Hall, and that I said ‘Next!’ NEXT!” - Nutkins

“Tell the fuckin Councilman I ain’t his personal scammer. You tell him I’m a businessman. Yeah, his bitch ass will talk shit like he don’t know me when the cameras are on, but as soon as I get him in my booth, he’s pushing walk-around money all up on me. Fuck it, you know what? Tell Mr. Fucking Councilman Motherfucker I got other people I can help from here on out, people who actually got suction at Citteh Hall, and that I said ‘Next!’ NEXT!” - Nutkins

“Sshhh, now listen to me carefully, son. You sayin’ you tired? You gettin soft on me? Well check it- I got some goods on you that I think the po-po would find very interesting. You understand? Yeah, you a pretteh kitteh alright. I bet you’ll meet a big, cross-eyed bobcat in Jessup that’d take real good care of you, make you his WIFE.” - Nutkins

“Sshhh, now listen to me carefully, son. You sayin’ you tired? You gettin soft on me? Well check it- I got some goods on you that I think the po-po would find very interesting. You understand? Yeah, you a pretteh kitteh alright. I bet you’ll meet a big, cross-eyed bobcat in Jessup that’d take real good care of you, make you his WIFE.” - Nutkins

Nutkins kept an eye out on the street- Spanky’s soldiers were after him and his people for stealing their stash. He knew his crew was safe- they split with their haul down to Mexico. But Nutkins couldn’t bring himself to go with. He been a lone wolf in the game for a long time, aint no way he was gonna get run out of his own citteh.

Nutkins kept an eye out on the street- Spanky’s soldiers were after him and his people for stealing their stash. He knew his crew was safe- they split with their haul down to Mexico. But Nutkins couldn’t bring himself to go with. He been a lone wolf in the game for a long time, aint no way he was gonna get run out of his own citteh.

Detective McSpanky remembered buying rounds at Kavenaugh’s, he remembered busting some smart-ass college kid’s face in a fight over the jukebox (the fuck is a Coldplay??),  puking in the parking lot, and then nailing some sweet pussy in the back alley. But for the fucking life of him, could not remember how he ended up stuck on the roof of the I-95 tollbooth. The spinning, spinning toll booth.

Detective McSpanky remembered buying rounds at Kavenaugh’s, he remembered busting some smart-ass college kid’s face in a fight over the jukebox (the fuck is a Coldplay??),  puking in the parking lot, and then nailing some sweet pussy in the back alley. But for the fucking life of him, could not remember how he ended up stuck on the roof of the I-95 tollbooth. The spinning, spinning toll booth.

“Oh, and Detective McSpanky- if you wanna walk away while I’m still talking, you go right ahead, but your ass is now officially OFF the case. Insubordination and your lack of basic goddamn spelling skills has landed you a primo graveyard shift at the docks. Yeah, keep walking- but ain’t protocol a motherfucker, Detective?” -Deputy Commish Nutkins

“Oh, and Detective McSpanky- if you wanna walk away while I’m still talking, you go right ahead, but your ass is now officially OFF the case. Insubordination and your lack of basic goddamn spelling skills has landed you a primo graveyard shift at the docks. Yeah, keep walking- but ain’t protocol a motherfucker, Detective?” -Deputy Commish Nutkins

“The fuck is all this noise coming from?? I thought the po-po got in here, shooting shit up like Baghdad, but no, my bad-  I guess some bitch is just hungry for some popcorn. Popcorn! Yo, you know what else? Popcorn’s about to be somebody’s last fuckin meal.” -Nutkins

“The fuck is all this noise coming from?? I thought the po-po got in here, shooting shit up like Baghdad, but no, my bad-  I guess some bitch is just hungry for some popcorn. Popcorn! Yo, you know what else? Popcorn’s about to be somebody’s last fuckin meal.” -Nutkins

Spanky knew the last hit didn’t feel right, but it was too late. Instead of slinging on the street like a good soldier, earning a good bump, he OD’d on his own supply. Just another pawn in the gritteh citteh game.

Spanky knew the last hit didn’t feel right, but it was too late. Instead of slinging on the street like a good soldier, earning a good bump, he OD’d on his own supply. Just another pawn in the gritteh citteh game.

“Listen up, boy- you’d been warned, and now you’re done here. You’re about to be gone, you understand? Now I’m not a religious cat, but I’m about to feel some fuckin rapturous joy in hearing you call out for Jesus.” -Proposition Spanky

“Listen up, boy- you’d been warned, and now you’re done here. You’re about to be gone, you understand? Now I’m not a religious cat, but I’m about to feel some fuckin rapturous joy in hearing you call out for Jesus.” -Proposition Spanky

“Lemee get this straight, McNutkins- you added five more bodies to the board, all fuckin John or Jane Does, and all the affidavits that were on the way to the DA somehow got confused with your shitbox? And-wait, hold on, what’s that sound? Oh right, that’s my brain exploding, you fucking shitbird dingus.”- Sargent Spanky

“Lemee get this straight, McNutkins- you added five more bodies to the board, all fuckin John or Jane Does, and all the affidavits that were on the way to the DA somehow got confused with your shitbox? And-wait, hold on, what’s that sound? Oh right, that’s my brain exploding, you fucking shitbird dingus.”- Sargent Spanky

The detectives kept finding stiff kitteh bodies littered throughout the alleys- the result of a bad batch of red top ‘nip that some sick fucker put out there. So much for the Mayor’s juked stats for his re-election campaign. This is gonna get out, and the fucking press are gonna have a field day running with this shit. 

The detectives kept finding stiff kitteh bodies littered throughout the alleys- the result of a bad batch of red top ‘nip that some sick fucker put out there. So much for the Mayor’s juked stats for his re-election campaign. This is gonna get out, and the fucking press are gonna have a field day running with this shit. 

Proposition Spanky sat at the head table. He was the old guard, had the chair, and just kept talking. Young Nutkins had to wonder about these old school cats, pretending to be businessmen, always yappin ‘bout their rules, the co-op, and who has the floor to talk. Nutkins thought about making a statement, make his new presence known, show he don’t follow nobody’s rules. He decided to cough up a hairball, maybe shit on it, show these cats who really has the motherfuckin floor. His floor is his floor.

Proposition Spanky sat at the head table. He was the old guard, had the chair, and just kept talking. Young Nutkins had to wonder about these old school cats, pretending to be businessmen, always yappin ‘bout their rules, the co-op, and who has the floor to talk.

Nutkins thought about making a statement, make his new presence known, show he don’t follow nobody’s rules. He decided to cough up a hairball, maybe shit on it, show these cats who really has the motherfuckin floor. His floor is his floor.

Nutkins was tired. Tired of fuckin running, tired of the grab-n-go, tired of the fuckin dogs coming after his shit. But this is the game and he’s in it deep. Ain’t no future in some college or universiteh- he’s part of this game for life, and he’s got to keep his focus. He’s just got to smoke another joint and keep his fuckin focus and turn off that fuckin Sarah McLachlan song.

Nutkins was tired. Tired of fuckin running, tired of the grab-n-go, tired of the fuckin dogs coming after his shit. But this is the game and he’s in it deep. Ain’t no future in some college or universiteh- he’s part of this game for life, and he’s got to keep his focus. He’s just got to smoke another joint and keep his fuckin focus and turn off that fuckin Sarah McLachlan song.