Kid A.G. and El Pres in the studio, jacking up the line with Red Eye 2.0 on the horn. They kick it off grilling Red Eye about her night—up ‘til 6 a.m., not sucking dick or getting pounded, just chilling with a regular and Blood Siren.
Shit gets spicy when she spills about Blood Siren’s fiancé, a creepy perv who tried to shove her into molesting a passed-out pal.
Kid brags about banging that morning while Red Eye’s dry as a nun’s cunt. They swap tales—Kid’s crew once pranked a drunk dipshit with nail polish, makeup, and dip smeared all over his face.
Then it’s rockstar dirt: Marilyn Manson’s grooming Rachel Evan Wood—Kid says he’s just a rockstar doing rockstar shit, like Diddy or Cosby. Red Eye’s still into R. Kelly’s piss-play anthems, and they debate where the line’s drawn on liking fucked-up artists.
Red Eye’s playlist last night? Four non Blondes and some ‘70s rock—fuck the bar’s shitty presets. She sends a selfie with a smackable ass in heart panties.
Red Eye drops a bomb: she had a sugar daddy, and loaded—paying her rent, car, and bar tabs for her company, no fucking required. Red Eye cops to groping a chick’s real tits at the bar, four drinks in, while Kid bitches about Blondie’s 79-year-old sugar daddy fling.