Diddy put the paws on drake??? Update- Diddy yells take that take that after smacking drizzy

[onelastdeath]

Drake is proabbly like me, a not tough cat that thinks it's easy to be tough when the need arises
Mike Tyson ruined about 4 years of my life.
I really loved the way he fought, the peak-a-boo style. I never had any boxing training of my own, but i figured if i got in a fight my studying of Tyson fights would be all the training i needed.

One day in school i was hawkin luiges into textbooks and dropping them from the 3rd floor window onto people's heads below. I hit Beasley Mayfield, I large black girl with a jherri curl and stature of a large industrial brick pizza oven. She challenged me to a duel after school, to which I obliged. When we began our waltz she looked me up and down and then i immediately got into my shuffle. I held my fists close to my chin and bobbed and weaved to get into her inside as she threw wild overhand strikes. I envisioned myself as a perfectly chiseled Brooklyn killer ready to eviscerate my victim when her fist punched the back of my hands, knocking my knuckles right into my nose and slightly gapped teeth. I dropped them for an instant as the bottom of her palm and wrist crashed into my nose. I instantly began to smell sulfur and bacon as salty discharges gathered in my eyes, making them fog up and my vision impaired. Beasley then took her fist and slammed it into the top of my head, much like a cartoon gorilla wacking a mole into the hole from which it came. The impact of my head being pushed into my throat made me involuntarily say "KAAAAACKKK"

I dropped to the pavement as a heard a collective "AWWWWWWDAYUUMM" from the hecklers that encircled us. This was far different from the chants of awe in Caesar's Palace I envisioned at the start of this ruckus. As I lay on the ground nose numb with the feeling that the top of my skull had been cracked she grabbed my left pant leg and the left sleeve of my French Toast shirt and began to lift me off the surface. I began to feel the wind and see the faces of onlookers around me begin to spin around me rapidly, but they were not the ones that were moving in a circle. I wanted to scream and beg for her to stop swinging me for what seemed to be infinity, but I did not. When Beasley decided she wanted to stop she let me go on maybe the 18th revolution, and my limp body went flying into a pile of hamster cages.

The embarrassment was so great i had to transfer schools. But i couldn't understand how a style so graceful could be so ineffective against am uncoordinated brute

:blackpac: :blackdead:

 

[Hiphoplives4eva]

Drake is proabbly like me, a not tough cat that thinks it's easy to be tough when the need arises
Mike Tyson ruined about 4 years of my life.
I really loved the way he fought, the peak-a-boo style. I never had any boxing training of my own, but i figured if i got in a fight my studying of Tyson fights would be all the training i needed.

One day in school i was hawkin luiges into textbooks and dropping them from the 3rd floor window onto people's heads below. I hit Beasley Mayfield, I large black girl with a jherri curl and stature of a large industrial brick pizza oven. She challenged me to a duel after school, to which I obliged. When we began our waltz she looked me up and down and then i immediately got into my shuffle. I held my fists close to my chin and bobbed and weaved to get into her inside as she threw wild overhand strikes. I envisioned myself as a perfectly chiseled Brooklyn killer ready to eviscerate my victim when her fist punched the back of my hands, knocking my knuckles right into my nose and slightly gapped teeth. I dropped them for an instant as the bottom of her palm and wrist crashed into my nose. I instantly began to smell sulfur and bacon as salty discharges gathered in my eyes, making them fog up and my vision impaired. Beasley then took her fist and slammed it into the top of my head, much like a cartoon gorilla wacking a mole into the hole from which it came. The impact of my head being pushed into my throat made me involuntarily say "KAAAAACKKK"

I dropped to the pavement as a heard a collective "AWWWWWWDAYUUMM" from the hecklers that encircled us. This was far different from the chants of awe in Caesar's Palace I envisioned at the start of this ruckus. As I lay on the ground nose numb with the feeling that the top of my skull had been cracked she grabbed my left pant leg and the left sleeve of my French Toast shirt and began to lift me off the surface. I began to feel the wind and see the faces of onlookers around me begin to spin around me rapidly, but they were not the ones that were moving in a circle. I wanted to scream and beg for her to stop swinging me for what seemed to be infinity, but I did not. When Beasley decided she wanted to stop she let me go on maybe the 18th revolution, and my limp body went flying into a pile of hamster cages.

The embarrassment was so great i had to transfer schools. But i couldn't understand how a style so graceful could be so ineffective against am uncoordinated brute

I'm sure this is nothing but , but your writing style is supreb! Bravo!

 

[Buckeye Fever]

I'm sure this is nothing but , but your writing style is supreb! Bravo!

Writing style is impeccable. Impregnable

 

[really tho]

best thread ever and I ain't gotta read past the first post.

take that take that take that

 

[Nefflum nigga]

@Nefflum nikka
Gif sucks. Need to work on my skills

 

[Bledswole]

ja got punched in his shyt for talking reckless. 50 got rushed and poked by some goons who tried to catch him slipping and wanted to do a lot worse.

but go head and keep spittin ducktales.

nikkas be lying like shyt, knowing them stories aint real

 

[Pop123]

Drake is proabbly like me, a not tough cat that thinks it's easy to be tough when the need arises
Mike Tyson ruined about 4 years of my life.
I really loved the way he fought, the peak-a-boo style. I never had any boxing training of my own, but i figured if i got in a fight my studying of Tyson fights would be all the training i needed.

One day in school i was hawkin luiges into textbooks and dropping them from the 3rd floor window onto people's heads below. I hit Beasley Mayfield, I large black girl with a jherri curl and stature of a large industrial brick pizza oven. She challenged me to a duel after school, to which I obliged. When we began our waltz she looked me up and down and then i immediately got into my shuffle. I held my fists close to my chin and bobbed and weaved to get into her inside as she threw wild overhand strikes. I envisioned myself as a perfectly chiseled Brooklyn killer ready to eviscerate my victim when her fist punched the back of my hands, knocking my knuckles right into my nose and slightly gapped teeth. I dropped them for an instant as the bottom of her palm and wrist crashed into my nose. I instantly began to smell sulfur and bacon as salty discharges gathered in my eyes, making them fog up and my vision impaired. Beasley then took her fist and slammed it into the top of my head, much like a cartoon gorilla wacking a mole into the hole from which it came. The impact of my head being pushed into my throat made me involuntarily say "KAAAAACKKK"

I dropped to the pavement as a heard a collective "AWWWWWWDAYUUMM" from the hecklers that encircled us. This was far different from the chants of awe in Caesar's Palace I envisioned at the start of this ruckus. As I lay on the ground nose numb with the feeling that the top of my skull had been cracked she grabbed my left pant leg and the left sleeve of my French Toast shirt and began to lift me off the surface. I began to feel the wind and see the faces of onlookers around me begin to spin around me rapidly, but they were not the ones that were moving in a circle. I wanted to scream and beg for her to stop swinging me for what seemed to be infinity, but I did not. When Beasley decided she wanted to stop she let me go on maybe the 18th revolution, and my limp body went flying into a pile of hamster cages.

The embarrassment was so great i had to transfer schools. But i couldn't understand how a style so graceful could be so ineffective against am uncoordinated brute

U were borderline trying too hard here, puttin too much on it, but i will give it a solid 7.5 out of 10, i laughed. Nig said he suddenly smelled sulfur, lmao

 

[HalfwayHandsome]

Grilled octopus tho

 

[Ayo]

Things That I Have Learned From Drake Fans In This Thread:

- Ciroc is not a premium vodka (though it's priced like one and is made like one. Vodka is not aged. So it's hard to justify premium prices. Grey Goose was the FIRST to do it on the mass market at that price. READ ABOUT IT. Doesn't get much more expensive than $40 for a .750ml you clowns)

- Diddy is not tough and runs away from fights all of the time

- Diddy is gay

- It didn't happen because TMZ isn't reporting on it.

- 50 cent is the toughest rapper on the planet

 

[Nefflum nigga]

Drake is proabbly like me, a not tough cat that thinks it's easy to be tough when the need arises
Mike Tyson ruined about 4 years of my life.
I really loved the way he fought, the peak-a-boo style. I never had any boxing training of my own, but i figured if i got in a fight my studying of Tyson fights would be all the training i needed.

One day in school i was hawkin luiges into textbooks and dropping them from the 3rd floor window onto people's heads below. I hit Beasley Mayfield, I large black girl with a jherri curl and stature of a large industrial brick pizza oven. She challenged me to a duel after school, to which I obliged. When we began our waltz she looked me up and down and then i immediately got into my shuffle. I held my fists close to my chin and bobbed and weaved to get into her inside as she threw wild overhand strikes. I envisioned myself as a perfectly chiseled Brooklyn killer ready to eviscerate my victim when her fist punched the back of my hands, knocking my knuckles right into my nose and slightly gapped teeth. I dropped them for an instant as the bottom of her palm and wrist crashed into my nose. I instantly began to smell sulfur and bacon as salty discharges gathered in my eyes, making them fog up and my vision impaired. Beasley then took her fist and slammed it into the top of my head, much like a cartoon gorilla wacking a mole into the hole from which it came. The impact of my head being pushed into my throat made me involuntarily say "KAAAAACKKK"

I dropped to the pavement as a heard a collective "AWWWWWWDAYUUMM" from the hecklers that encircled us. This was far different from the chants of awe in Caesar's Palace I envisioned at the start of this ruckus. As I lay on the ground nose numb with the feeling that the top of my skull had been cracked she grabbed my left pant leg and the left sleeve of my French Toast shirt and began to lift me off the surface. I began to feel the wind and see the faces of onlookers around me begin to spin around me rapidly, but they were not the ones that were moving in a circle. I wanted to scream and beg for her to stop swinging me for what seemed to be infinity, but I did not. When Beasley decided she wanted to stop she let me go on maybe the 18th revolution, and my limp body went flying into a pile of hamster cages.

The embarrassment was so great i had to transfer schools. But i couldn't understand how a style so graceful could be so ineffective against am uncoordinated brute

 

[Poetical Poltergeist]

Things That I Have Learned From Drake Fans In This Thread:

- Ciroc is not a premium vodka (though it's priced like one and is made like one. Vodka is not aged. So it's hard to justify premium prices. Grey Goose was the FIRST to do it on the mass market at that price. READ ABOUT IT. Doesn't get much more expensive than $40 for a .750ml you clowns)

- Diddy is not tough and runs away from fights all of the time

- Diddy is gay

- It didn't happen because TMZ isn't reporting on it.

- 50 cent is the toughest rapper on the planet

U forgot getting beat up is the new W.

 

[Big Boss]

Are we gon get vs ?

 

[mr. smoke weed]

Ight bruh, everybody knows Chris stepped to Drake that night to fight him and Drake declined

You can decline a fight wtf.
IDC if they knocked each other out, they're both weak characters.

 

[FreshAIG]

All these nikkas is p*ssy man. ALL OF THEM

 

[Dusty Bake Activate]

I'm no Diddy fan, but this needed to happen. Drake and his stans here been feeling themselves too much lately and were overdue for a humbling.

I wonder if Drake has ever even been in a real fight growing up there in the white suburbs of Toronto. The whole fukking other dude's girls and saying slick shyt about it, liking Blac Chyna's instagram pics, that sort of thing reeks of someone who has never been punched in the face before. The fukking your girl boast is commonplace in hip-hop, but Drake seems to think it's cute and funny to aim it at individuals (sure Jay, Pac and others did that, but they had credible street histories that would indicate they were ready to handle the repercussions). Well people get beat up and killed over that. And I'm not saying this is incident is over that, but it just illustrates that Drake thinks hip-hop is a game. It seems he wants all the benefits born out of hip-hop, but none of the consequences...such as if you talk shyt and disrespect people you can get touched.