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Saturday, June 26, 2004

When The Smoke Clears

No work last night, thank God. It's one of those days where you know the rain is coming so you try and get everything you can to stay in the house. For me though I seem to get caught up in the rain. Oh well. Somewhere in Philly my best friend is trying to figure out my phone number. If that is the case, and the number is still on my ID then I'll get back to you, I promise.

Well, one more year and I will be into Ultimate Fighting. This is one of those things where legally I can release my frustrations on people, get paid for it, and view it again and again for my pleasure. Gotta love that shit. I don't consider myself a knockout artist (although I have a good 4 of em') still I like to break shit. Ain't nothing like someone saying I give up, rather than be sleep. Too many fights I've been in where I find myself icing my hands because I broke some punks jaw, or shattered their eye socket. No more of that shit. Instead, give me a limb, and I'll find a way to pop that shit right out. After that, holla at me.

No words from the Chicken of the Year, sorry *K nothing to update there but........

Coral and I had an interesting chat last night. When you females want to know about other females man, damn yall are fucking relentless!!!!! As much other shit I wanted to talk about, this girl is like "Who's Mickey? Who's Mickey??!!" Ok, ok, OK!!!! Enough already. I told her and she understood. Basic. No added fabrications, no politics, none of that. She understood where I was coming from. Chalk another one up for you real women out there. The one question that she asked that I just couldn't answer was, "How in the hell can she think that you won't have any type of feelings for her when it was her that left you, knowing how you felt and come back after all this time only to do the same shit, with the same dude, all over again?" of course she wasn't done yall..."and how in the hell did she think you were going to take it? With a grain of salt? C'mon D, you were just filling in space until he woke up....she used your softness for her to get whatever it was that she needed to help herself, if anything I bet she was still talking to him while she was with you.....yall know what? Enough about this subject, I'm getting a migrane thinking about it. Sorry.

To the girl who was at club Cocktails last night, I acted like I didn't know you because I don't know you. I don't know if someone pointed me out to you, but I wasn't ignoring you. The music was loud, I was tipsy, and if that was you who kept bumping me from the back while Lil Jon was playing, you have the ass of a brick. Sad but true.

Before I go *K and *J congrats on your 5 year anniversary, I hope yall have many more. One love from the Champ himself. Keep on keepin on. Much love.

To Hot93.7 for giving me love on the street team, big things are happening in the summer. All these concerts and not enough people to shine huh? I got you.

To Vezzy and my man Smokey for putting me back on the radio. Hey Smokey, we gonna take over Boston again this year right? Remember Blue Hill Ave 3 am??? Ha ha ha....

Hey A-Clipse, I gotta battle for you son, he's under my wing, and whenever you're ready he's ready.

Game Early...shout out to Big Roscoe, The 5, DNA, The Green and White of 413(good to see yall back in the game), C-Coffey, Snap and Pop over in Harlem, Papi at Julio's Bodega, Animal thug at Shell gas station(good look on the free Dutchies dogs!!!) Devon (where my tape at nigga?) my older brother Joe in the 617, Chanel no 5., The Firm, Club Cocktails for those free drinks, and Melissa for showing me love while I hosted the ladies hot body contest (hey don't let that tape get out, just kidding)
Game Over.

The Champ

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