Whether it’s mercilessly roasting Floyd Mayweather‘s reading abilities, or calling out #1 Show Empire, Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson has mastered the art of internet trolling. This comes naturally as trolling is just an internet version of the more ancient art of diss records native to Hip Hop that he is so seasoned in.
This week, his target is one of his favorite in both arenas, Sean “Diddy/Puffy/P.Diddy/Puff Daddy” Combs. 50 Cent has had a rocky, but interesting relationship with Puffy for a while. Before making it big, 50 Cent was a song-writer for him briefly – and they were label-mates at Interscope Records at some point. Outside of that, they have been competitive in many other arenas, including the lucrative premium vodka ownership (Combs – Ciroc, Jackson – Effen) and Electronics (Combs – Diddy Beats, Jackson – SMS Audio).
So when trouble in Diddy’s paradise came raining down via Diddy attacking a UCLA Football coach with Kettlebells for allegedly kicking his son out of practice, it’s no surprise 50 Cent got his dancing shoes. He’s all about the not-so-subtle shots:
Then the definite shot referencing his audio past like: (Chill Found)
Then when Diddy’s buddy Rick Ross got arrested coincidentally on the same weak, he couldn’t help himself: (Chill Restored)
Can’t we all just get along? No? Fine, we’ll grab our popcorn, then!
Siya stole my diary but I’m not going to do anything about it. Not yet.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Diary, but it’s been a while. Did you miss me? I missed you. Fist bump, bro. I’m sorry about how long it’s been. I couldn’t find you! I was looking all over for you in a frantic haze. I couldn’t fathom how I’d misplaced you. You’re an electronic entity after all, a page in cyberspace. My mind was apace with lighting strikes of horrid uncertainty. Did you set off on your own, sailing away into the electronic ocean, forging ahead to colonize new blogs? Did you stumble off in drunken defragmentation, bumbling into a digital brothel, catching a terminal virus? Or did you simply forget about me, my memory archived along with your location, hidden, set aside indefinitely? Continue reading Ben’s Diary: Siya Stole My Diary But I’m Not Going To Do Anything About It. Not Yet.
Here’s a question, kids – know how you eat a whole whale? One bite at a time, lil Benny!
Rome wasn’t built in one day, Benny-Boy! It was a bunch of days. A lot more than 100 days, in fact. Took a lot more than 100 people. Probably more than 100 bricks. So excuse me if I’m not breakin out the $8 champagne on this beautiful Monday morning. This oolong tea will do just fine. Know where that’s from, Ben? CHINA. Know what they got there? The GREAT WALL OF CHINA. That’s another thing that took a lot more than 100 ANYTHING to build. If you look at a section of the Great Wall you may find it “meh”… maybe not that “consistent or regular”, in some parts.
That high-fashion sweatshirt pictured above? Name ya size, and it’ll be at your doorstep sooner than later as a reminder. A reminder of what’s important. It’s a marathon, not a RACE! [Although… a marathon is technically a race, that just takes way way longer. Sooo yea its a race, but… well, as some overzealous sailor-mouthed jackass aptly put it, “talking about race is pretty *uckin complicated“.]
So, we’ll save it for now. We won’t talk about your consistent and regular “forgetting to publish” of my
unfinished Lorde’s Day ON the sabbath , or your complete negligence and downplay of the serious animal control issues looming in the background of all that our faithful readers need to be aware off.
About that Aaron Hernandez post… you’re just jealous because it KILLED with the people! That’s a pun, look forward to a lot more than 100 of those. Carry On.