Born and bred in Philly, ain't nothing in these streets I haven't seen. My mother smoked ops since I was in the womb, my father was a raging alcoholic with a lust for violence and would beat my mother regularly. One winters night during the dawn of 1919 I walked in on my father hitting my mother over the head with a tyre iron, so I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife from the cabinet and stabbed him right in the eye. I stood and laughed as I watched him bleed to death. I went to see if my mother was ok but she had suffered brain damage that killed her instantly when she was hit. I lost both my parents that night, but gained something far more important.

New Blood Corp.

I'M A FXCKN NUT CASE AND I LOVE IT

"I'd sell drugs to your pregnant grandma's fetus if it had the money"