rusty cage, motherfucker!

when college started i was wound really tight. but i always knew there was a streak down inside. one that had been carefully managed. anyway, the year 1992 was the beginning of my wilder side. the wolf was loose. anyway, here's the point...RUSTY CAGE, MOTHERFUCKER! grab a mix tape from the summer of 1992 and chances are good that you can find this among those tapes made for you by your very cool buddy who had a radio show. if not, then your friends sucked and you missed the point.