Going to battle- it’s all part of the game in Kitteh Citteh. These thugs aren’t looking for hugs.
After violently establishing his new presence- Nutzilla now runs the corner. Just another day in Kitteh Citteh.
Nutkins slinging the scrunchie re-up, eyes peeled for the po-po.
Nutkins nicked the po-po’s surveillance camera at his camp and turned that shit into a necklace.
If Spanky wants to parlez with Nutkins, then he best realize that Nutkins is napping and will handle all propositions in bed. Going to battle for some kibble, or some stupid pussy? Sheeeeeeiiiiiiiiit.
“If they try and come at me, I’ll bring the pain, and I’ll bring it when they least suspect. BELIEVE THAT.” - NUTKINS
Be it verbal or with brute force- Nutkins teaches his lieutenants that they need to come correct. You think he’s playing? He’s not.
“Every kitteh has to have a code.” - Nutkins
Nutkins has been laying low, looking at purchasing a new haul of burners for his crew. Got to keep those po-po on their toes.
Nutkins is about to call in his crew, soldier up, and take down these strange out-of-town motherfuckers that keep trying to sling on his citteh corners.
Spanky just found out Nutkins has been mic’d up, snitching to the po-po. Nobody punks the Spanky organization and lives to tell. Nutkins is about to get got.
The crime scene photos don’t lie. Young Nutkins the snitch got… got.
Nutkins kept talking at this strange-ass looking corner boy. “Hey! HEY! Yo, I’m talking to you, bitch!” But the kitteh just stared back- not a sound, no emotion, nothing.
“Did I stutter, motherfucker?? 100 LARGE!” - Spanky
Nutkins got no shame robbing the dealers and the slingers… but he’s too hot right now. The game’s catching up, the dogs have been called, ain’t nowhere safe. Time to blow to Mexico until shit cools down.
