Here's a little story that I'd like to tell about a situation that I know too well, let me set the scene, it was typical routine, at Rat's kickin' back with Tricky Mac just two fiends.

I'm in RNB and I'm partially distributing more pills than a pharmacy, when a bouncer comes up to me and starts yellin', tellin' ya boi Benny T to stop selling.

No.

Get out of my face, lose the chin strap beard and lose some weight. Just because you're obese doesn't mean that you're tough I'm fed up (what's wrong Benny T?)

I've had enough of these Fat. ♥♥♥♥. Bouncers, of course I'm gunna bump into someone on the dance floor, it's crowded!

So don't yank my ♥♥♥♥♥♥' arm, I'm just tryna have a gabber I'm not causing any harm (get off me!)

What the ♥♥♥♥'s all this about? Finger bashin' biddies in the dunnies doesn't mean I should be kicked out. Same goes for when I sell MD so quit tellin' me that I'm committin' a felony.

But the ♥♥♥♥, decides, to rip my North Face, pull me out the doorway into the hallway, I tried apologising but he wouldn't hear me out he say's "You probably wasn't sorry coppin' gobbies on the couch"

Well, I guess that's true, I can't argue. He found $80 worth of Ketamine in my shoe, too.

I just feel this is cruel and unusual punishment, when all I've done is get GACKED. It seems the only time I'm ever havin' fun is when I'm GACKED. He kicked me out and said I'm never coming back. (Wooooow) I guess Rat's is just another club I gotta use a fake ID at now.