“Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!”
I was only 12 years old when I heard my first Wu-Tang song, but since then I was hooked. Growing up as Robert McCollum, I knew that the Wu-Tang clan would turn me into a man and a real football player. Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), Wu-Tang Forever, The W, and Iron Flag were all on my rotation and I listened to all those albums during practices and work outs in the gym. Every rhyme from Ghostfacekilla still rings clearly in my head like every hook by RZA. I still listen to the same albums every day because Wu-Tang is forever…
“Charged like a bull and got pulled like a trigger
So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on!”
Once I turned 18, I legally changed my name from Robert McCollum (sorry mom) to Bobby ‘Bring da motherfuckin’ Ruckus and now that I’ve been drafted to the DSFL I’m ready to make some noise. I played starting quarterback at Syracuse and I didn’t make a big splash there having to play with weak receivers (sucked ass). I could hit them with the passes because I’m hectic and I wreck it with the quickness, but our team sucked overall. I was ready to move on to bigger and better things because I was too good for that schtick.
The Pythons made a dope case as to why they wanted me to bring some PLO style to Portland. I’m want to be the best quarterback they’ve ever seen with my 36 styles of danger. I heard they got good ass beer and flannels so I can rock with that as long as their women shave (seriously doe). I told them I’ll bring it to you raw with accuracy and power and I’ll be a DSFL legend by the time I’m through. I got the strong arm steady and I’m ready to get heavy with the ball flying through the air like a machete (fire).
“Choppin' through your back *swish*
Givin' bystanders heart attacks”
So…it turns out Portland had different plans for me. They got some Canadian dude (da fuq? They have football in Canada?) out of Toronto to be their starting quarterback. Apparently this Austin Roenick (@Leafer) is the real deal, but I never heard of him. I did see his story though and I respect that he started from the bottom like me. That’s how I was when I grew up in Brooklyn and balled the fuck out to make it to Syracuse and then I balled the fuck out again to make it to the DSFL. Portland GMs (@PDXBallerand @JohnWachter) told me to man up and switch positions…so I fuckin’ did! I got 36 styles of danger so I do whatever the hell you need me to and I got the skills to show and prove. I started hittin’ the gym to get my hulk game up and now I’m a safety on defense. It’s going to be a big change from throwing the ball, but I think I got the IQ like GZA to read that offense and make plays. I’m calling out all the other teams in the league because you’re not getting the ball past me by any means.
That’s all I have to say at the moment so I’ll leave you with a quote for you to remember me by:
“Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal: out for justice
The roughness, yes the rudeness, ruckus”
Let’s get it Portland…I’ll let you try my Wu-Tang style.
GRADED
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!”
I was only 12 years old when I heard my first Wu-Tang song, but since then I was hooked. Growing up as Robert McCollum, I knew that the Wu-Tang clan would turn me into a man and a real football player. Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), Wu-Tang Forever, The W, and Iron Flag were all on my rotation and I listened to all those albums during practices and work outs in the gym. Every rhyme from Ghostfacekilla still rings clearly in my head like every hook by RZA. I still listen to the same albums every day because Wu-Tang is forever…
“Charged like a bull and got pulled like a trigger
So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on!”
Once I turned 18, I legally changed my name from Robert McCollum (sorry mom) to Bobby ‘Bring da motherfuckin’ Ruckus and now that I’ve been drafted to the DSFL I’m ready to make some noise. I played starting quarterback at Syracuse and I didn’t make a big splash there having to play with weak receivers (sucked ass). I could hit them with the passes because I’m hectic and I wreck it with the quickness, but our team sucked overall. I was ready to move on to bigger and better things because I was too good for that schtick.
The Pythons made a dope case as to why they wanted me to bring some PLO style to Portland. I’m want to be the best quarterback they’ve ever seen with my 36 styles of danger. I heard they got good ass beer and flannels so I can rock with that as long as their women shave (seriously doe). I told them I’ll bring it to you raw with accuracy and power and I’ll be a DSFL legend by the time I’m through. I got the strong arm steady and I’m ready to get heavy with the ball flying through the air like a machete (fire).
“Choppin' through your back *swish*
Givin' bystanders heart attacks”
So…it turns out Portland had different plans for me. They got some Canadian dude (da fuq? They have football in Canada?) out of Toronto to be their starting quarterback. Apparently this Austin Roenick (@Leafer) is the real deal, but I never heard of him. I did see his story though and I respect that he started from the bottom like me. That’s how I was when I grew up in Brooklyn and balled the fuck out to make it to Syracuse and then I balled the fuck out again to make it to the DSFL. Portland GMs (@PDXBallerand @JohnWachter) told me to man up and switch positions…so I fuckin’ did! I got 36 styles of danger so I do whatever the hell you need me to and I got the skills to show and prove. I started hittin’ the gym to get my hulk game up and now I’m a safety on defense. It’s going to be a big change from throwing the ball, but I think I got the IQ like GZA to read that offense and make plays. I’m calling out all the other teams in the league because you’re not getting the ball past me by any means.
That’s all I have to say at the moment so I’ll leave you with a quote for you to remember me by:
“Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal: out for justice
The roughness, yes the rudeness, ruckus”
Let’s get it Portland…I’ll let you try my Wu-Tang style.
GRADED
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