turn ur speakers up lol

I actually think this is kinda illegal lol. But whateva... Originally I recorded these videos in an attempt to piss my dear friend, Dollface off lol.






The 1st one was 2 long, so I made it shorter lol. I tried sending them to her thru text, but it kept sayin that the size was 2 big. Fuckin fuck. It kinda ruined the fun. Oh well lol.




Even though Hulu should have up episode 1 by now as I type... I KNOW they aint got this lol. Teaser for episode 2 lol. There was supposed 2 be more chicken eating during this, but I actually ended up giving her some earlier tonight. So really... All of this was kinda pointless. Especially if this does turn out to be illegal lol. Whateva... TURN YA SPEAKERS UP!

Comedy From Tragedy... Hope u like.

"Comedy From Tragedy"
Comedy from tragedy, I frequent the L-O-L/Nah Im not the realest, but I spare no detail/Im not a player, just an opportunist/When it presents itself, I get ig'nit wit the opportune-bliss/So now we goin to the opera soon, miss/The fat lady, steadfast, singin through our break-up/Ya girlfriends comin 2 ya aid, bringin in the make-up/Beggin you to wake-up/I dont lift on the regular, but manage to stay cut/Both in the physical and mental/At times its hard to discern the physical shit I been through/Slowly slippin into a great depression/Growin more irate wit each suggestion/And it got me goin through a speech recession/The best comedy comes from tragedy, so I tend to laugh a lot/Im a work in progress, but a rough draft Im not/Been here a while, my story is bein wrote n pen/So my mistakes cant be erased, even when Im choked by sin/Ya hate is heard as gibberish, 2 me ur 1 of the Sims/The devil can wear prada, but I prefer my Timbs/No horns, no halo... Fuck it, Im just me/Old headed, young blood, no college degree/Proud? No... But it wont crush my pride/1 day success will find me, Im n no rush 2 hide/Wit trouble, I always brush then collide/Cuz wit such promise, Ive lived a life of 'misses'/Both on opportunities & bitches/Missed out on college, but fucked miss thang/Missed out on us bein 2gether, but still she sucked this wang/Comedy from tragedy, I frequent the L-O-L/Nah Im not the realest, but I spare no detail/Used to play the frog, now Im the prince wit no crown/Princess searched high & low, now all she wanna do is lay round/Stay down/Wit her back, flat on the mattress/Legs airbourne, but no matta how I please her, she appear as an actress/She phony now, when it used to be such thrill/Beyond her slut-skill/But still, I end up wit the raw end of such a clutch deal/I dont wanna be her king, so now Im the bad guy/But if, had I/Sell her dreams beyond the ones already sold/We would just decrease in value, cuz we already gold/With each passin day, the chance that Ill stay... To her, jus grows stronger/And it pains me to drag it out any longer/Maybe she's Ms. Right, but to me, she's the wrong "her"/And I yearn for the day, when folk ask, Ill say... "Yeah, man... Thats Her"/The queen of my dreams, the last chick is a blur/But alas, its all comedy from tragedy, I frequent the L-O-L/Nah Im not the realest, but I spare no detail/I laugh now, and try to refrain from cryin/Sobriety is painful, and at times I feel insane for tryin/Cuz in my brain Im lyin/In denial, about bein in that lane and flyin/Sign from God, that they stopped me/It sucks tho, cuz in my heart I kno thats not me/Anger fuelin my actions, is me outta trait/Im often in denial, but never hate/So I blamed others, who I call, brothers/When in reality, it was all on me/Now as the pain of thought falls on me/Im left askin myself, "what if"... What if, somebody died that night?/What if God chose not to glide that flight?/Cuz a nigga was soarin, wit my head in the clouds/Felt invincible, already dead to the crowds/I wouldnt listen, even tho niggas was talkin/Threatenin my mans, "you either get in or you walkin"/I lost all control, and thats what the drug do/Its like blood to a vampire, that I need to debug through/Like a snug flu/I try to fight the temptation/But cot dammit, I like the sensation/So when we fight, I keep gloves on, while she always bare knuckles/I dont mind her punch, but aint no such thing as shootin the fair "fuck-yous"/I catch a case of the "fuck-its", "fuck this, fuck that"/Whether Im sayin "fuck you" or "damn, I wanna fuck that"/ Between a rock & a hard place, yup... Thats where Im stuck at...

dont forget to read "Dirty Diana" underneath this 2 lol. I posted that earlier tonight, then afterwards decided to go finish this damn poem. So whoever reads this first, will be the 1st person to read it besides me. Cuz Im on my thirsty shit wit dis one lol.

"Dirty Diana"

So... Ive heard this song like a million times, and NEVER really listened 2 the lyrics. I remember one time gettin a lapdance to this song, and I was obviously 2 occupied with the woman in my lap to pay attention to the song. Its a great song for strippers to dance to by the way... Actually, there are a lot of songs folks would be surprised to hear in the strip club, but those wonderful women make it work... I love strippers. I respect any woman with enough confidence to do that line of work. Some of them are hoes tho. Its like video vixens, except they actually get nude lol. Its hoes everywhere. I dont judge nobody for the type of work they do. Thats their business. I applaud you, ma. I especially aint goin stop no chick from gettin her paper. Dont stand over here and talk 2 me for 2 long, I dont want niggas thinkin u my girl. Niggas dont tip as well if they think the girl isnt available. All apart of the fantasy. I tell my stripper friends that all the time lol... Folk can think Im gross for enjoying strip clubs if they want. I really dont care. Most people are closed-minded fucks anyway. Dont blame me cuz I can see outside of the peon box your trapped in.

Anyway, that really wasnt what I was going to talk about. But I changed my mind. Im not going to talk about what I intended to anymore. Its pointless. Sooooo... This is goodnight.

blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh went the lion...

How do I put this...?

"Seems like I always had crushes on chicks I couldnt have/And then I end up fuckin wit someone I shouldnt have/See in my mind, its like Im perfect for her, I gotta show her/But sadly, in reality, dawg I dont even kno her/But still somehow she got my mind infatuated/Absolutely fascinated/Wit the thoughts of what she might be like/Time after time after time, I had to wait this(?)/Is fate procrastinatin? I can take it, cuz I might be right/... This is the girl of my dreams/Is she as good as what she seems?/Or am I lyin to myself?/Aye, should I try and get some help?"

Real shit... I hate thinking about her lol. She's so secretive that Id never truly know whats goin on in her chrome dome. She stares at me when she thinks Im not looking. Either shes undressing me with her eyes, or thinking "why do I continue to mess wit this clown?"... I look at her wit amazement myself, like "why do we keep endin up like this?". Got every reason to stop fuckin wit me, yet wont. I foxx wit her tho, hardbody... Shes growing on me, a lot. She gets upset by comments on other women, but thats just me. Im still not really messin wit anybody else like that currently. Im not really lookin for love anymore. Cuz I flip-flop all the time. One day I wanna be in love, then the next I wanna be single. Blah... I do miss her tho. Kinda pissed we didnt get to knock boots this weekend while she was in town lol. Oh well... Guess Im back to holding out. She is the only person Im fuckin. "Fuck what you heard, its what you hearin"... The ONLY...

A bitch goin have to seduce the shit outta my single ass to get in these draws lol. Its not like I couldnt fuck someone else, I just choose not to... Sobriety has helped me realized that my drinking is a large portion of where my lustful-ness comes from... When Im sober, I could care less about meeting new potential mates. But when I drink, I just wanna fuck at the end of the night lol. I talk to one other female, who actually is in town. But we not fuckin. Shit, I barely have ever really hung out wit her outside of work lol. Shes fuckin awesome tho. It just wouldnt work. I find her very attractive, she jus WAY to busy for me. I dont mind a busy woman, cuz I dont want anybody 2 be in my face all the time. But shawty hotcakes, is TOO busy. My ego hates being ignored lol. Im the one that does the ignoring. And she iggs the shit outta me for days at a time lol. I stay doin shit myself, but I usually always have time to text. How you think I keep gettin damn near 3000+ sms msgs SENT a month? lol...

I hate trying to figure out whats goin on. So I assume that nothing is. She does what she does, and I do what I do. Oh yeah, this part is about someone completely different then the previous two. Mattas fact, Im not even gonna say much. There really isnt much to say. Regardless of how I may feel for any other woman, I will always be there for her. She'll always be, to me, whateva the hell she is to me lol. Jus kno she da fuckin best...

I still feel like this will somehow, someway, be takin way outta context by ppl. Which is why I really didnt wanna post this. But its my blog, and I only write whats on my mind and in my heart. Ppl often take one thing I say and find someway to get offended. Its like when a white person says "you people r the greatest", while referencing a group of "coloreds" and then one "colored" finds it offensive and responds "what the fuck you mean, 'YOU PEOPLE'!?". White person responds "huh, excuse me... I just said your the greatest"... "Colored" says "SO WHAT!? Im offended now... Fuckin racist!" lmao

My Darlin' Baby...

So as I download the new Kid Cudi... I decided to check out www.hotnewhiphop.com, and ran across a song called "My Darlin' Baby" by Lil Wayne & Drake... I dig it. Havent really blogged in a while. Got a lot goin on. Just havent felt like spillin my guts on the net. Been writin tho. I just feel like some of the shit isnt ready to be seen. If you write poems or anythin for that matter, you can prolly relate. I think Ill put up a preview lol. I wonder how many ppl actually read this shit anymore. Whateva. Sometimes its kinda disappointing when I think Im posting good shit, and get no comments lol. But its still whateva.

Remember, these r just snippets lol...

This is from "Pain Pill 2"... "Pain Pill 1" was my last post actually...

"Im not a player, just an opportunist/When it presents itself, I get ig'nit wit the opportune-bliss/So now we goin to the opera soon, miss/The fat lady, steadfast, singin through our break-up/Ya girlfriends comin 2 ya aid, bringin in the make-up/Beggin you to wake-up/I dont lift on the regular, but manage to stay cut/Both in the physical and mental/At times its hard to discern the physical shit I been through/Slowly slippin into a great depression/Growin more irate wit each suggestion/And it got me goin through a speech recession/"

This is from a poem I call "V3" aka "Ventilation 3" lol... Yeah, I write in parts lol. The other 2 r on in my facebook notes. I gotta transfer them to my notepad btw...

"The best comedy comes from tragedy, so I tend to laugh a lot/Im a work in progress, but a rough draft Im not/Been here a while, my story is bein wrote n pen/So my mistakes cant be erased, even when Im choked by sin/Ya hate is heard as gibberish, 2 me ur 1 of the Sims/The devil can wear prada, but I prefer my Timbs/No horns, no halo... Fuck it, Im just me/Old headed, young blood, no college degree/Proud? No... But it wont crush my pride/1 day success will find me, Im n no rush 2 hide/Wit such promise, Ive lived a life of 'misses'/Both on opportunities & bitches/Missed out on college, but fucked miss thang/Missed out on us bein 2gether, but still she sucked this wang/Comedy from tragedy, I frequent the L-O-L/Nah Im not the realest, but I spare no detail/"...

Mattas fact... I might just throw those two snippets into 1, and just add to it lol. Now that Ive put them on 1 page, they could kinda go together. What u think? If I decide to do that, Im jus gonna scrap both titles & think of somethin new lol. The rest of "V3", gets really in depth wit some of my past relations. It was originally written just for my eyes, hence the venting lol. They can read it when Im dead & someone finds my notes lol. What did 50 say, "When I die, they'll read this & say a genius wrote this" lol. Sleep on me then. I really should release a book of poetry. Maybe.