Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
BLACKouT
I must admit I underestimated you Andrea. You're as sinister as Superhead and more calculating than Carmen. Soulja with the nose candy, Carmelo with the text, I really am afraid of what you're gonna do next. I thought givin' niggas phone numbers out was bad enough. Geesh! It's funny back then most thought that since this chick just outed herself as hip-hop's #1 groupie, she'd be cut off like a hang nail. But nope. Dudes are star fuckers too. And like it or not, Stacks has made herself someone. With a couple of smackdowns in the rear view, you can still find her in the club—for an appearance fee. And now the jockin' goes both ways. Who wanna rumble with the Bee with the seductive accent? Ha! Does she really have that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff? Seriously, I hope she cheats on the Hip-Hop nation with a football player, and gets her Kat-A-Tat-Tat ass out of our business. But sadly, I don't think this is the end. Word to Ricky Bell. It's far from over.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
YOU PLAyed YOURselF
Hey Porno Nigga, don't quit your day job. Your raps suck more than Laurence Fishburne's daughter. From one Brian to another, put the rhyme book down and stick to the script!—B.Dot
Friday, August 20, 2010
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