This crazy story from the road was written by the hip hop artist, Whitney Peyton. You can check out her story, after the break.
I have so many stories it’s seriously unreal. I’ve been in clubs that were tear gased, we’ve had tour vehicles towed, I’ve spun out on ice in a van with a trailer. In Detroit when I was on tour with Three 6 Mafia our tour bus got searched by the cops that made us stand in the freezing winter for 3 hours while they brought in dogs to go through our stuff. No one found anything, but they tried hard! I had dog paw prints on my clothes in my suitcase from them digging through it.
One story that comes to mind though is when I was playing this club YEARS ago in PA and there was some horrorcore group that would throw plastic babies covered in blood off the stage. I guess they were supposed to be dead babies or something (yeah, it’s a little effed up). I was clueless to this happening though so I walked in a side door of the venue and got nailed in the face by this plastic baby that was punted from the crowd with blood on it. I had like this black eye and fake blood all over me right before I had to perform. What the hell man? Did I just get hit with a baby? I hope I never have to ask that question again in life.