Racc. City Inc.

Hoes call me Alice. I hit dat shiznit fo' tha Umbrella Corporation, tha phattest n' most bangin commercial entitizzle up in tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I was head of securitizzle at a secret high tech facilitizzle called Da Hive, a giant underground laboratory pimpin experimenstrual viral weaponry. But there was a incident, a virus escaped n' dem hoes died. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Trouble was... they didn’t stay dead as fuckin fried chicken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da T-virus reanimated they bodies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! But I survived. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Myself n' one other, a environmentalist named Matt, when we emerged we was seized by Umbrella scientists, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Mack n' I was separated. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. We thought our crazy asses had survived tha horror yo, but we was wrong

Now that the quality of our blog has nose dived into the ground, excuse us while we try to redeem what's left of our shame.