If you follow some of the shit that goes on wickedfire.com, (which you shouldn’t cause you should be busy making it rain on them motherfuckin campaigns) then you know some shit has started around this cat Ryan Eagle.
The drama was elevated when some guy named “Nickycakes” (never heard of him, have you?), comes back from a month long vacation (probably due to the stress of collecting referral commissions) and posts about Ryan Eagle. Now shit has hit the fan!
Leave Ryan Eagle alone! I know Ryan Eagle and we have had some incredibly amazing experiences together!
I’ve been in a bar fight with Ryan Eagle
A few years ago I was knocking them back with Ryan Eagle in an exclusive bar in Mexico. Sometimes, we just take trips on his private jet and head out for a few drinks and tag team some bitches. Anyway, we got sloshed and caused a ruckus. Two big ass Mexicans come up to me and fuck me up, and I end up in the corner blacked out.
Slowly, I awake from my daze, and all I see is Ryan Eagle standing on a pile of Mexican bodies. He looked like a super hero. It was a truly inspirational sight.
I’ve smoked the finest cheeba with Ryan Eagle
Once we took a plane ride to Amsterdam for the day (following in the footsteps of Aojon), to puff on some cheeba during the Hightimes Stony Awards. Now, I can puff with the best of them, but after about a pound and a half of the finest cheeba money could buy (Seriously, we traded our watches and Air Force 1′s for it), I was high as a motherfucker.
I started bugging out, causing a ruckus in the room cause I thought a team of spider monkeys was after me. Once again, to my rescue, Ryan Eagle fends off these imaginary spider monkeys to save my day. Eventually we were deported from Amsterdam, but shit that was a good time!
I’ve killed gangbangers with Ryan Eagle
One time, me and Ryan Eagle were walking through South Central LA. Why? To sell Acai berry door to door motherfucker. Anyway, a whole bunch of hoodbangin’ Bloods came up to us to steal our Acai berry. We wouldn’t budge, and started talking shit.
So the one cat pulls out a gun and shoots me in the fucking arm. I nearly blackout from the shock, and stumble to my knees. I lookup, and see Ryan Eagle doing his infamous “Gangster Lean Walk” and the gangbangers were mesmerized. It was like fucking catnip with a cat. They couldn’t get enough.
Within seconds, Ryan Eagle disarms them all and disassembles their guns. We sell the scrap metal for $$ and book a plane ride for our next adventure.
These are all true stories.