Ass Whoppin of the CENTURY~!!

This chick is a WAB for letting this hoe's kick her ass! That's definitely some Wack Ass B*(TH Shit!

HOOD GIRL??!! OR W.A.B Anthem?!@

And did she have the NERVE to sample Annie Lennox on this garbage?!@!@ I am APPAULED~!~!!`!~! UGHHHHHH WTF IS GOINGZON

R.A.N of the Century and his W.A.B side kick

Sorry that the baby is being exposed in this image, but this chump ass bum right here needs to get smacked! I can't even get into the full details of his fuckrey - please visit http://theybf.com/ for the full story!

It's a damn shame and this W.A.B right here and reality tv show idiot on Candy Girls needs to take 15 steps back and think about what a man can do to her daughter once she gets older.

UGH~!

What a Nightmare~!

I wish to hell that I was on twitter! If I had a twitter account, the world would have been able to see first hand the R.A.N's and W.A.B's I encountered this Saturday evening~! I went to this spot with my homies on 52nd n 2nd (or something like that) for a friends birthday bash. First off, as soon as we walk in the lames start with their commenting "oh damn, oh you sexy, oh you cute" can you tell me something I DON'T already know~?! (hehe a lil cocky sometimes, just a lil). Second, I started to do double takes because as I looked around the spot, I realized that these chicks had on prom dresses! WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THAT?!@ lol

I mean for real when is it ever that serious? I believe the invite said something to the effect of "dress to impress/suits ties/dresses" something like that, but not the PROM. I mean I saw big ass bows, florets on the bottom of dresses, gold heels, sequence hand bags LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO if it's not your BIRTHDAY there's no reason to come outside like this just cause you think it's cute lmfao i mean interpret fashion in your own way, but damn at least let it be CUTEAH~!

Then here comes the GREAT part - i'm standing on the balcony with my girls and we're just taking this scene in. Everyone has jokes, but nonetheless we're having a good time because we're silly like that. Then here comes the KING of R.A.N for the evening! Why the hell did he have to come up in my face? I don't know, but this is pretty much how it went:

R.A.N: Yoooo ya digggg yooooo ya digggg ya mad cute

ME: Laughter errupts - eh thanks

R.A.N: ya digg yo ya diggg I like ya lipstick, ya lips is mad sexy ya digg
ME: i don't know if i diggg

R.A.N: slides on his shades (Mind you its about 2am! i'd love to know where t fu(*O the sun was)

ME: where's the sun? why the hell are you wearing sunglasses like give me a break

R.A.N: yooo ya digg ha why you talkin like that yoooo i'm twisted

ME: that's exactly why I am speaking this way, because you're twisted and you should just stop while you're ahead

R.A.N: I think you're feeling me cause i'm feeling you ya digg - you from the BX (MISTAKE FU)*)* #903)

ME: You gotta be KIDDING me~! NO I'm from HARLEM anyway you done?!

R.A.N: Ha ya digg me too - I'm from Harlem too I live on 127th*

BOOSKIES: Ya baby daddy is calling me looking for you (i mean she's trying to save me from this retard)

ME: My baby daddy is looking for me i have to go call him back

R.A.N: i'm feeling you ya digg**

*sidebar - now people I live around the corner from 127th and i have NEVER seen this R.A.N in the 12 years that I have been over there. so of course the truth sets him free about 10 minutes later and don't ask me why i continued the conversation, but i was stuck on the balcony as there was nowhere else to go.

**HUH? QUE PASO??? I just said MY BABY DA-DDYAH was calling - i mean wouldn't most other guys be like oh ok go handle that?! Not R.A.N's though! they don't care (BTW i don't really have a baby daddy or a baby for that matter; but we were trying to get him GONE)

Enter scene: W.A.B's run out to the balcony with dresses on that dont fit, walking like dinosaurs cause their cheap ass shoes are hurting their feet and weaves are dry cause it's a lil warm inside

R.A.N: i'm sayin i'm from North Carolina (ding ding ding - what happened to 127th?!)

ME: Ok great. Are you done? Like are we finished? Cause i'm over it!

Enter scene: my homegirl tells him if he pushes her one more time she's going to knock him off the balcony..laugther is uncontrollable at this point

R.A.N: yo lemme get ya number
ME: yea sure whatever you say (enter made up telephone number); are you happy? you done? great move

now that was a lot and i had to cut shit out, but that doesnt even top the cake. I sit down next to my booskies (well i had to sit on her lap because there was no where to sit on the bench as my next friend was sitting on the other end) and duke turns around and commences to spitting the same weak, tired ass game to my friend while i was sitting right there. CLASSIC. I mean it was the funniest shit ever, but for real my dude.

Enter scene: his friends come and there is more mayhiem and pandamonium. then this chick tries to squeeze onto the balcony and almost knocks one of his friends out and he's like she looks like vestpusha lmfaooooooooooooo (i'm like ya wrong and wack bounce).

I mean WTF!~! I have never been around so many stuntin ass dudes in one place in my entire life (ok maybe it's happened before, but this by far was the worst).

If it weren't for the DJ rocking that thang like, i just might have been in central bookings! One more idiot in my face and i think i would have pushed his ass off the balcony!

We're BACKKKKk

And in full effect! There has been so much ridiculousness that has happened in the past few weeks that we all went into complete R.A.N. & W.A.B SHOCK! Yes it happens! Didn't think it was possible, but it is. Had to literally take a mental break and block it all out and was therefore unable to report on the mishaps that have taken place. So there will be a lot of reminiscings, but fun times nonetheless.

And since summer is on the way (we hope the fu(K sometime this century!)lollll you already KNOW the type of sh*t that's about to go down.

Stay tuned!

If Wayne were a R.A.N. we would go IN buttttttt...

To some degree Mr. Young Weezy Baby has a point~! This was the best response of the entire interview! LOLLLL
12. How cautious are you when it comes to having sex?

WAYNE: I have to be more cautious now. Let me tell you the trick to that. What you do is stop ramming them hos and make love to that pussy! Make that pussy love you and that rubber ain’t going nowhere. That rubber will be right there where you started off with if you make love to that pussy. That’s when a nigga fuck up, when you trying to do too much. A nigga like me, I am gonna make the pussy so wet that there’s no such thing as popping or slipping off. Only problem I am gonna have is keep slipping it in.

To read the rest of the tomfoolery:
http://blogxilla.com/blog3/2009/04/13/sex-questions-w-lil-wayne/

LMFAO - She put the hex on they ass~!

They're straight clowning her!~! LOL W.A.B's all over the world! Have mercy

Just Ridiculous

So this is supposed to be an ode to a fallen soldier (figuratively speaking) and i'm presuming that it was this W.A.B'S man or friend or something. I mean this is just preposterous and sickening lol but a great example of some W.A.B'S. This ree ree's flow is all out of whack and I believe she says "It's sooo collddd in the D. How da fuck do we posed to keep peace" LMFAO and who the f*K is on the floor in the beginning of the video???! And they're in a cemetery and then sitting on the ground outside somewhere. HAHAHAH

Please note: do not fall under the guise that all W.A.B'S look a hot mess. Some of them you work with, some of them you might live with (hot damn!) and some of them are even pretty - we'll expose that sector later on.

Toodles.

Come on C-Breezy~!

OK we were going to try really hard to stray away from celebrity bullpucky and keep this as true to the streets as possible, BUT F-IT. We're going to expose the R.A.N'S and W.A.B'S from all walks of life. Now C-Breezy WTF? I mean really WTF? YOU were supposed to know better! At least that's what we thought. You let this situation, your confrontation, your argument, whatever happened between the two of you, push you into the R.A.N category. SMDH - a damn shame.

UGH there's absolutely NOTHING left to say. If you're interested in more details go to http://theybf.com/ - they have the official detailed account from LAPD and the formal charges document. Another cutie shot to hedoublehockeysticks. UGH again, one more time UGH!

W.A.B Rambling

On the constant quest to find and expose the dummy's of the world - we discovered this W.A.B, former R&B crooner Nivea "Don't Mess With My Man" (and honey we won't because if he's dealing with you and that confetti you call hair we don't want him), on one of our favorite blogs-theYBF.com-going on and on about having kids and how the Dream wanted to get the divorce - well damnit we don't BLAME him~! But Dream you shoulda known that was going to be a mess just by the name - we thought Nivea was lotion!

Thank goodness he got away because WHAT THE HELL AND WHY THE HELL?!@



And now that we think about it, we used to like you so we're sure that you can pull yourself together and come out of this W.A.B slump!

A live, in the FLESH, R.A.N

We HAD to do it~! This is some TRUE R.A.N bullpucky! He's sitting at home, at the table eating DRY grits LMFAO talking about some ish that in a nutshell doesn't concern his ass! LOLLLLL It's FUNNY AS HELL THOUGH - so we're going to expose it.

You KNOW Mr. Turner was a R.A.N in his former life~! LMFAO

R.A.N & W.A.B Just The Beginning

UGH~! We have had it up to HERE LITERALLY with R.A.N'S & W.A.B'S. Seriously people ENOUGH is E f8Uking NOUGH. What do we mean by this you say? Well let's see! Where should we begin? Have you ever been on the phone with a guy that you've known for no more than a week and he's said some dumb shit like "yo shorty i'm saying, why can't i come over?" and you're kind of sitting on the phone like "is this bitch stuck on stupid" - and you finally reply "BECAUSE I SAID NO 18 TIMES ALREADY AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU NEED TO COME OVER HERE? YOU AIN'T GETTING SHIT, WE AIN'T DOING SHIT AND AS A MATTER OF FACT WE HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN ON A DATE! SO WHY IN SAMS HELL WOULD I OR SHOULD I LET YOU COME TO MY DAMN HOUSE?!?!" By week 2 you realize that this motherlova has forgotten your name, his conversation hasn't changed, and he still wants to come over because he thinks that trip to Mickey D's on ya lunch break was his "get in where he fit in" milestone. Pure WACKNESS! If you're nodding your head as you read this, then you've had your 1st or potentially 5th, 6th, or 7th, run in with a R.A.N - Regular Ass you finish it off!

OR you're out at the club and there's a gang of broads clucking it up by the bar. NONE of them have a drink in their hands. Why? Because they're broke, they're stuntin, and they've been posted up all night waiting for YOU! You walk up, find the cute ONE, and get to talking. After you 'blame it on the alcohol' you realize her shoes are run over, her Gucci is an Oopsi and her track is slipping. If this has happened to you, then you've been hoodwinked and bamboozled by a Wack Ass you can figure this one out too! Now a W.A.B is just the surface and nothing more, frontin like she got it together, asking you for rent money on the first date, but got on a new pair of Loubs (well at least the soles are red). She's like a car with no engine, broke-down radio, tank on E, air conditioner don't work, and the windows are not automatic!

So this is just the beginning. We're on fire and we feel that we need to fully expose the bulls*t a.k.a R.A.N'S and W.A.B'S. We're tired of folks confusing US with THEM! This ain't no damn mosh pit! We want to make sure you can decipher between the Good. The Bad. And the Oh Hell No. We're done! We say no more! We say it's time for change and off with their heads!