Yeah, I Said It!

I knew this shyd was gonna happen!!!  I knew it….!!!

Now somebody’s going to JAIL!

“RAPPER TRIED TO KILL ME, SAYS MOTHER OF FIDDY’S SON”

 May 30, 2008 –

The mother of 50 Cent’s child accused the rapper of trying to burn them to death after a suspicious fire ripped through their Long Island home early today.

“He tried to kill me and his own child,” said Shaniqua Tompkins, 31, who miraculously survived the suspicious 4 a.m. blaze, which leveled the $2.4 million mansion in tony Dix Hills, where she lives with the rapper’s 10-year-old son Marquise and four relatives.

The blaze erupted after Tompkins and 50 Cent — whose real name is Curtis Jackson — got into a violent dispute Monday during a deposition in a $50 million lawsuit she is bringing against him.

“Who do I think did it? Curtis Jackson,” Tompkins told The Post. “He threatened me on Monday that he was going to have someone visit me. My kids are in the house. Who would try to kill your own kids? He’s supposed to be all about being a gangster … that’s not a gangster, that’s a coward.”

The blaze was deemed suspicious by authorities in Dix Hills, though cops had no suspects.

The rapper was in Louisiana at the time of the fire filming a movie.

His lawyer Brett Kimmel blasted claims his client torched the home.

“Any suggestion that Mr. Jackson had anything whatsoever to do with the fire at his home is outrageous and offensive,” he said.

Tompkins said that she was awake at the time the fire started because she was caring for Marquise, who was sick with a cough.

“Around 4 a.m. someone threw a [Molotov] cocktail in my house,” she said. “I yelled ‘Let’s get out of here we have to go there’s a fire.”

In addition to Tompkins and her son with 50 Cent, Tompkins’ daughter with another man, her aunt, her sister and her young cousin were all in the house at the time. They tried to get downstairs, but flames blocked their way.

They were forced to climb out a bedroom window onto a roof that was one story off the ground.

Now this all stemmed from this retarded shyd rightch here; check it out….

http://www.tmz.com/2008/05/30/50-and-baby-mama-in-street-fight-before-fire/

If I was Fiddy, and had “wipe my azz” money…., I would have seriously weighed my options:

1. Either choose to be free, stepped up his game, and just let it go….,
2. Kill these muffugas (includin’ his son, for he can make another one that’ll look just like him) once he’s released from the penitentiary and get his raped up azzhole patched back up through second series of plastic surgery; or
3. Kill himself!

Now y’all go figure!!!!

UPDATE:  Before you click on “play” for the first video above, take a look at the smoke image to the right before the house.  I see eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, jawbones, and a mouth!  I’m just sayin…, maybe this is the face of one of God’s angels helping the firefighters.  Either that, or I need to stop drankin’ these martinis coontinis!!!

I really enjoyed hangin’ out with all my blogsphere friends and Lil’ Biskit Babies this week, and again, this week has been interestingly fun!  I’m supposed to be studying for my finals, but instead been having too much fun about the wild and ridiculous! Oh well, there goes hangin’ out this weekend. Y’all have a safe and fun weekend!

Oh by the way, y’all know I can’t let you go without tapping dat azz!!!

 I know I didn’t just see Jada Pinkett-Smith in the white denim outfit?  Yeyah…, that’s her!

 See ya around boyz!!!

JUNE 2008 RUNDU MAN 

 SIMPLY SEXOLICIOUS!!!

I know he can’t talk in complete sentences, and can’t seem to answer a question, but dat don’t matter, because he’s

Like a trunk!  I’m just sayin….

Just give me three minutes…, three minutes!!!  Maybe fo!

I dug this piece up from the bat cave!  When this hit the airwaves, I was seriously in this predictament.  By my ex-wifey being a closet homosexual and thangs…, I started lusting for other thangs that I wanted between my legs…., and a dream came true for a season.  All of a sudden, an old Jr. High School sweetheart came knocking on my mother’s door, while I was married and living in a dream  house with bytchin’ azz, no sex, no natural communication azz Michael Jackson, II.  Anyhoo, my sister calls me about this visit from blast from the past that came over the house, and gives me this ole flames phone number.  Well, of course being the lonely dame I was I gave dys niggah a holla.  Afterwards, we had funtastical sexalicous sex on da floor; in da car; in Atlantic City’s finest hotels; on da beach;  in da jacuzzi; on da roof; in da elevator; in da shower;  on da bedroom dresser; in da mens room; in da shower again; just him and my vagina power!  I had never had soo much fun in my life!  It’s funny what we crave when thangs get dull in our marital relations!  The thought of having something else on the side is wild azz crazy….., but dead azz wrong.  Marriage is a commitment and we must do what we cans to bring our dreams, goals and desires with that one that we want[ed] to spend the rest of our life with into fruition.  I tried urthang in my power to work it out with my ex-wifey, but it’s impossible to be a smart, intelligent, witty, beautiful, sexolicious attractive vixen heff with a sissy that wants nobody but a Jeff!

FEATURING “MTUME”

(You, Me, and He)

 For all “natural” lil biskits who are in this predictament, if it’s all possible, go work it out!

I said go work it out got dammit!

Boy, if you don’t sit cho lyin’ azz down and go find your real wifey and marry her, then maybe you’ll get the respect you deserve.  Standin’ on dat imaginary chair yellin’ at the world about Tornmeka.  Sorry, I gets dys early already!

Talkin’ bout, “his job is to take care of his wife.”  Oreely?  Where Well Mr. Raymond, I don’t know what mirror you’s lookin in, but when was the last time you saw Meka’s feet?  Her feets lookin’ like she been shootin’ heroine while crossing the Sahara Dessert at da same dam time!  Dys some Fear Factor lookin’ shyd here!  Those shoes the same shoes I was wearin’ in high school 30 years ago.  And do y’all have a iron anywheres in da house?  When is she gonna wear a wrinkle free top?  Tornmeka’s always wearin’ wrinkled up azz tops, like she picked them from the back alley of somebody’s trashcan.  Pants look like she borrowed them from her momma?  And as far as her fugged up azz weave is concerned…, I can drink a whole bottle of vodka and slaps some smacks up in my own head and look more hellified bangin’ than that!  (Luckily, my hair’s pretty lengthy, so that’s not needed at this time!)  Y’all trippin, but I ain’t flippin!  Stingy azz niggah!

And if your love for Tornmeka, and your new life and thangs is being reflected in the music on your new CD, then you must not love her that much!  I hate your songs on that CD.  Love in dys club is retarded, and so is that new song bout “Tearin’ Down A Mountin” too.  You may be a hellified dancer, but you stink Usher!  I’ont wanna  hear yo songs no mo!

Now sit yo lyin’ azz down ovah in da corner, til’ you pay Dr. Snake to get that spell offsya!

I thanks my girl Meiki for this tip!

This mofo put the “S” on stupid when the police was trying to pull them over for speeding!  I think when the speeder slowed down, that they were contemplating on speeding off from the police…, and.., oh well, the rest is self explanatory! When the police pull yo azz over, got dammit, pull ovah! 

I don’t know whose blunt this creation came from, but whoever it was had the munchies like a tick lustin’ for blood, and then they had the nerve to post the video! This is what happens when you smoke that Arab shyd…..

And the cookie is singin’; *this is the end of my azzz…, this is the end of my azzzz…, this is the end of my azzz…, this is the end of my azzz; wo wo wo…, my azz is gone…, my azz is gone….*

From the cookie jar to the weedheads, show a lil compassion wills ya!