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This makes me wanna ask my granny about the birds and the bees.

SIDEBAR: Alexyss K. Tylor is a beast all by her lonesome, but add her son to the mix and shit will fly. No pun intended. That boy do sound sweet as hell. Pour him in a pitcher of water and you got grape Kool-Aid. Oh yeah... I took it there.

So Suge Knight got what was coming for him last Saturday at the club.

I ran up on the fool and hit him with a few jabs to the knee area. He fell so damn hard, people in Japan felt the ground tremor and shit.

And Ion't 'preciate how the media talmbout they [his crew full of fuckboys and lackies] threw me on the ground and stomped me? A LIE!!! Kizzy had my lightweight. But on some real shit [1], what she lacks in album sale ability, she more than makes up for in street fightership.

But in hopes that Suge will forgive me and give me free studio time and street cred due to affiliation, I won't blacklist him... THIS TIME!!!

I'll post how it happened tomorrow... 'cause I'm up way past bedtime!

[1] Where props are due. On some real shit, I hate that shit too.

Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit. So I took her to the mall and now she look pimped! SHAWTY WANT A THUG!

SIDEBAR: Fuck-me pumps on a toddler?

Every now and then, I gotta step outta character and put y'all up on game...

Guess who's back?

FAKE JANICE COMBS!

And she is killing y'all hoes something proper. After a few days absent from the imitator-blog scene, I figured that something in the Similac wasn't no parts of fresh, but BAM... all this time she been guarding the future First Lady.

Gone girl... Getcho' Purple Heart and yo' honorary cabinet seat as "HBIC Of The Interior"! Gotta love it.

Bit of advice to my readership... before you click the link prepare to be slayed... especially by this part.

Once a week, we airlift some Harold's Chicken Shack wings and Lem's BBQ center cut slabs in from Chicago for her on my fractional ownership FlexJet. One time we picked up some chitlins and oxtails from Moo n Oink and Cissy cooked them up and Michelle like to shouted.

CLAUDE HAMMERCY!