What Tha Fuck it Do Readership! You are now reading tha macknifacent words of tha BossMack TopSoil, Seasoned MackMan from Bompton, Oh I mean Compton California! Today is like every otha day for me, It's a Great Fucken Day, I'm feeling good, Your MackMan Hero is relucent. You know a lot of you Muthafukkas reading my words right now seem to find it difficult that I always have Good Days, Bitches be wondering "Why is he always Relucent". I got my attitude and over all positive out look on life from My Nigga Big Jake, Nella In Peace (N.I.P.), This was a Nigga that had did at least Seven Years in San Quinten, Then was Murdered before he was 28 years old, yet every time I spoke to that Nigga he was like "Nigga, Everyday that you are out her on these Streets Free and able to make things happen, thats a Good Ass Day". I love being around positive optimistic type people, ya dig me? I only talk to winners for long periods of time, If you talk to a loser muthafukkas for to long, that shit will rub tha fuck off on to you! So readership, when you come here and you read my words, at least you can't say that tha BossMack TopSoil is a Negative Muthafukka.
Man, 2007 is about to be a serious life altering year for a Nigga. Crazy shit is happening to Tha BossMack TopSoil, My Doctorine of "TopSoilism" is spreading in many different ways. You know how a Nigga be doing these Podcasts and shit? You know how you download tha show and bump it on your i-Pod or whateva? I actually have to to package up CD's of tha Show and Sell'em to Niggas because they don't know shit about tha Internet, Can you belive that shit? Niggas be to gangsta for tha internet. It's all good, Niggas be Bumping "Tha TopMackNigga Show" in they Whips while they off in tha Streets, I love that shit.
BossBitch took tha BossMack to see tha Lake Show choke to tha Spurs Sunday afternoon. Tha Game was tight, A gang of celebrities was in tha house, I started to some celebrity pics for tha sake of tha blog, BUT, I just can't go up to anotha grown ass man and ask for a pic, unless it's someone I totally respect as a Great Man, you know, Like Osama Bin Laden, Barak Obama, Benidict XVI, Jesus, or even Jack Nicholson, I could have got to Jack but I just couldn't get down on tha Courtside. Needless to say I had everyone in my seating section super heated cause I was representing for tha Spurs, Some of those white folks looked like they really wanted to fight a Nigga. I had some good Ass Cat Piss Purple Kush from my Nigga that fucks with one of those Medical Weed Speezys, me and Baby was blowing big in tha Parking lot before tha Game, She started blowing me up and a white family pulled up and parked next to us, A white Bitch jumped out tha car and said "Some people are just Aweful", then she made her kids get out on tha otha side away from us. We stopped when I realized she was talking about us, We was laughing like a Muthafukka tho. After tha Game BossBitch thought she earned some Swipe Thearpy, I dropped her Ass off at home and kept it pushing, she was pissed as shit.
Now Sunday Night I was supposed to go to BB King's spot at tha Universal City walk to check out Teedra Moses (Rass Kass's Babymama), Instead I ended up at a Suite at the Pachanga Casino. That Bitch Creceidia was up there posted doing it big with some of tha people from her job, they were having some type of convention or meeting or some shit. I needed tha change of enviroment, I like laying up in a nice bed with some good purple, It was lovely for a minute. After being sequestered in tha room most of tha night, we finally hit tha bar for some drinks round bout 10pm. We bumped into some of her co-workers, which were some pretty nice looking bitches, Then of course tha bitches began to openly flirt with a Nigga, which I obliged, I always flirt with bitches. Creceidia went to tha restroom, when she returned her co-workers had surrounded me and tha conversation was flowing, I mean they were some interesting bitches. One of them bitches use to be a Limnologist (a person that studies fresh water bodies), I had never heard no shit like that before. I looked up and Creceidia was giving me this malodorous look, which pissed me off to tha fullest. Tha bitches noticed too but it seemed to energize them, one of tha bitches just came out and said "Cee, don't get mad at us for talking to your dude, he was lonely" they all started laughing at that. I finshed my Martini, Bid tha Bitches farewell, Creceidia was hot as fish grease, I was arguing with tha bitch all tha way to tha room. When we got to tha room tha bitch was stoned faced and silent, I calmly twisted me up a baseball bat of that good purple, Got up and said "I'm getting to fresh air" then I left. I got in tha Benz Truck, started subbing my J-Dilla "The Shinning" Instrumental CD and drove back to my domicile. My phone was blowing tha fuck up all night, I should have went to BB King's.