“What you doing, Tweety?” Cappadonna casually asked like we were fucking friends or something. “Nothing to say… bet. I’m gonna tell you what you gonna be doing. You can start kissing your ass goodbye… what’s this? Me two, you zero… another one bit the dust baby boy. Any fucking way, I sent you a booster seat to your crib.” He laughed manically into the phone as he ended the call.
