Nicole Davis, aka, Nikki X, aka, Prissy Pissy X (PPX), has never ran The Black Fist. If she had, the rallies, the neighborhood protests, and mass media radio call-ins to WLW 700am and WDBZ 1230am radio concerning politics would have continued to this day and after, just like the real Black Fist was known for when General Kabaka Oba (GKO) was alive. PPX'sconfessions on The Black Fist video tapes, before GKO dumped her, and radio talk shows (WLW 700am "The Big One" (513-749-7000) and WDBZ 1230am "The Buzz" (513-749-1230) reveals that everyone in The Black Fist was a "general" and that everyone in The Black Fist ran The Black Fist. Has anyone notice that she's finally removed from her profile the so called "degrees" that she had claimed to have possessed? (LOL !!!) Reality came home. Good for her! Now she needs to admit to losing GKO to Joy R. Rolland (JRO) and that she was wrong for the way she treated Ms. JRO and myself. On June 2, 2006, about 3pm, in the Walnut Hills Kroger's parking lot, I greeted her respectfully with a Black power salute and she just completely ignored me. Just walked right on by. (Dionne Warrick'sWalk On Byplays.)
LYRIC: If you see me walking down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you don't see the tears Just let me grieve in private 'cause each time I see you I break down and cry And walk on by (don't stop) And walk on by (don't stop) And walk on by I just can't get over losing you And so if I seem broken and blue Walk on by, walk on by Foolish pride Is all that I have left So let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by and walk on by and walk by (don't stop) Walk on by, walk on by Foolish pride Is all that I have left So let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by (don't stop) and walk on by (don't stop) and walk by (don't stop) Quaker Oats doesn't endorse The Black Fist nor anything about this blog.
Cap'n Crunch was another good cereal back in the dayz, it still is. Remember that crazy pirate during the Cap'n Crunch cereal commercial? His name was Jean LaFoote. He was the villian out to steal Cap'n Crunch cereal. PPX is like that. She's an enemy of the real Black Fist and the whole Cincinnati community, White and Black. She's the Ms. Jean LaFoote. She's been out to steal The Black Fist credits that isn't due her. For years, like a pirate, she's been trying to take over and run the organization. Why doesn't she just be a good sea dog like Cap'n Crunch's sea dog named Nodder? In slang, nodder means a condom or person on drugs. PPX is a worthless latex ass motherfuka. There's nothing safe about her.
She's a lazy ass dumb bitch dog. She's a Nodder Dog, matey! Sheisn't a leader. To be a leader, it takes dedication, sacrifice, and proving leadership skills. She hasn't attain any of these. GKO attained every quality and quantity of a leader, but even he denied himself as being the leader of The Black Fist. Unfortunately, since his passing, PPX thinks she's in charge (down, girl, down, dammit!). She's only good at following. Let her lead, and the organization will fall into a multiple 4 inch nail spiked ditch. Thanks to her, her own "Black Fist" has already! Some women can be leaders. Harriet Tubman is a prime example. But Ms. Tubman had dedication, sacrifice, and proving leadership skills. Frankly, PPX will not let herself be the last person to go down with her sinking ship (her own "Black Fist") that she'd be captain of. She will bail out before the others. She will leave them stranded with no direction of safety! What she's good at is opening her big mouth for some dick!
Back in the days, Nicole Davis, aka, Nikki X, aka, PPX, knew I was her dog. I sure was one sucka ass dog, too. Just knowing that I was makin' her happy, that's what kept me on my toes to treat her good like a dog should. Women call men dogs, but it takes a bitch (a female dog, which women are) to make dogs (men). So PPX, being the bitch, made me her dog. I was her son of a bitch. She trained me. (KAREN WHITE'S WALKING THE DOG PLAYS)
LYRIC: Better keep him on the leash Put your man at the suites I had to ask what are you lookin' at It must look good to you To make you loose control When no no you're supposed To keep your poppy eyes on me Why does my man wanna roam all over Burying bones on every corner Better keep him on the leash Teach him how to be sweet I am just walkin' the dog I know he's supposed to be a girl's best friend (Just walkin' the dog) But he's my dog and I love him I know he's supposed to be a girl's best friend (Just walkin' the dog) But he's my dog, I am just walkin' the dog Gotta keep him on the leash Teach him how to be sweet Gotta keep him on the leash Teach him how to be sweet Gotta keep him on the leash Teach him how to be sweet Gotta keep him on the leash Teach him how to be sweet He never, never fails He's got's to wag his tail And I just have to say good boy But if he breaks his chain Yet I don't have him trained Will my doggy dog me out? Why does my man wanna roam all over Burying bones on every corner Better keep him on the leash Teach him how to be sweet I am just walkin' the dog I know he's supposed to be a girl's best friend Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com (Just walkin' the dog) He's my dog and I love him I know he's supposed to be a girl's best friend (Just walkin' the dog) But he's my dog, I'm just walkin' the dog I know he's supposed to be a girl's best friend (Just walkin' the dog) But he's my dog, I keep lovin' my dog I just give it all (Just walkin' the dog) I love my dog, I'm just walkin' the dog Just walkin' the dog Better keep him on the leash (Just walkin' the dog, just walkin') I'm just walkin' my dog Better keep him on the leash (Just walkin' the dog) I'm just walkin' my dog He's a Rover gettin' over Don't say a thing 'cause it's good I told ya Never when you teach a old dog new tricks He's too slick, get out quick No runnin' out chasin' the cat I'm walkin' him, walkin' the dog No runnin' out chasin' the cat I'm walkin' the dog, he's my dog I'm just walkin' my dog I'm just walkin' my dog I'm just walkin' the dog You keep telling me He's a dog with a capital D If he gives me what I want and need He's my doggy dog indeed You keep telling me He's a dog with a capital D If he gives me what I want and need He's my doggy dog indeed
I was in her lap like a dumb ass dog falling for whatever she said to me about General Kabaka Oba (GKO). She was lap doggin' me. Brothaz who think that they are so watchful, so streetsmart, so hipped, so deep, so educated, so experienced, so versed, that think that it won't happen to them? Dream on, muthafukaz. She got game. But as weak as her game is, some sucka ass brotha will end up like me.
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GKO was the best dog she ever had in her life, then next came me, more as a supportive dog, like a blind dog is to the blind. Speaking of blind dogs, instead of me being the one guiding her, she guided me into which ever way of believing her that she wanted.
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Women love small dogs. Being a short ass dog, I was PPX's dachshund. Women have learned that it takes less time and less money to care for small dogs. Big dogs require more time and higher bills.
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PPX was enjoying both world of dogs. A big dog (GKO) and a small dog (myself) in her life. GKO was sexually involved in her life in the early years of The Black Fist, at the same time that I was unaware that she was romantically luring me into her life by her scheme of spending lots of time with me, alone, in the latter years of The Black Fist. So I know from being with her, that she has absolutely nothing against dating short men. She prefers to be with a short man. She likes that height appearance, being with a short man. If the rapper Bushwick Bill, whom she adorns so much, asks her for a date, quickly she would accept. She's got a thing for Bill! And for Too Short, too. Dumb bitch! (BUSHWICK BILL'S TAKE EM OFF PLAYS)
LYRIC: [Bushwick Bill] I like a bitch with a motherfuckin big ass The kind you bounce on and end up with a whiplash When it's bent over Bushwick Bill is in quick fast Makin that, nasty noise, somethin like splish splash Get another jimmy, and then I'll work it real fast As you can see, I handle hoes like a dish rag I never liked to kiss a bitch, rather lie and diss a bitch Boo I got the flu, but if you wanna kiss a dick say that then, come down and see the special man I'll be waitin with my king-size dick in hand Come through my window, ass first I'ma let you have it, I'm gonna grab it, I'm gonna stab it Like a rabbit I'm drivin that fuckin pole Turn you around and I'm inside that suction hole Back and forth in the hotel, if we on the back road in the backseat, bitch off wit'cha clothes Bitch you just let those high heels fly Off came the shirt, I felt my dick get hard Because a so-called broad, fits her tits like a wristband Pulled down my pants, it's time to let the dick stand I'ma play the hit man, you can play the victim Make the skirt drop bitch, take the wristband with 'em Now we at the good part, before my dick gets soft I wanna hit the gluttimus, uterus, bitch take 'em off [Chorus: x2] Take 'em off, take 'em off Take your motherfuckin drawers off, bitch! Take 'em off, take 'em off Take your motherfuckin drawers off, bitch! [unlisted guest] 7th Ward niggaz come with two hardheads One called a dome, one at my {?} edge Keep in my pants but when you dance like dat You make my second hard head need a hi-hat Because now it's at full extension With one eye open, lookin for a trench When influenced with my 40 and my mally oh lordy I'm goin after every pussy poppin in the party Now you can be fat, fine, ugly or skinny Just take your motherfuckin drawers off, bitch gimme (Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?) Put your booty in the air bitch, I'ma make it clap (Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?) Spread your legs wide open, bitch I'ma break your back Don't tell me you a virgin, bitch I ain'tcha fuckin dummy Cause if I give you money you'll be fuckin like a bunny But sorry ol' honey ain't sweet enough for these dollars So put your chapstick on and hit your knees, swallow And then I'ma make you holla when I hit the back fender Shake it up, shake it up like a shake in the blender So if you want that salad tossed Make it happen you big booty bitch take your motherfuckin drawers off [Chorus] [Bushwick Bill] Ahhhh, yeah that's right Ask the king Lil' James, Big Chief and ol' Bido One We don't go for the okey-doke I Rap-A-Lot since I was a tot So take 'em off you big booty skanless bitch
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One day I''ll speak about her being turned on to "old men" like myself. The things that she has done when we were together speak for themselves. Ask her about the porno pictures of couples fuckin' that she handed to me as we sat in her car in the summer of 2005. Here's her e-mail: askgeneralnikkix@yahoo.com She wanted to fuck me. I was her little chocolate chippendale.
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I can't leave without sayin' something to my homegirl, JRO. Waddup, Princess? PPX still haven't gotten over the idea that she lost the big dog (GKO) to you. But like Snoop Dogg say, "Bitch please". The dumb bitch needs to stop crying! He decided to dip to the other side of the fence and stay with you. It's a case of SPCA (Someone Personal, Caring, and Affectionate).
(NATALIE COLE'S OUR LOVE PLAYS)
LYRIC: You're my morning star, shining brightly beside me And if we keep this love, we will last through all eternity Just the way we are, I love it, love it, It just the way it should be Cuz our love will stand tall as the trees Our love will spread wide as the sea Our love will shine bright in the night Like the stars above and we'll always be together (Our love) My love is surely one thing you can surely depend on In times of darkness and fear I go to you I know you'll make me strong You're gonna make me happy and you're gonna make me smile Cuz our love will stand tall as the trees Our love will be for the whole world to see Our love will change people's wrongs to right And we'll never die, cuz we'll always have each other------ Ha--ooh, ooh, ooh, ha, ha Our love will stand tall as the trees Our love will spread wide as the sea Our love will shine bright in the night Like the stars above and we'll always be together, yeh Our love, we got a good old fashion love, hey, hey baby Our love, we got a mighty, mighty good love, hey, ha Our love, we got a mighty, mighty good love Ooh that's right, bring it down, just a little Cuz love is soft, love is sweet, Love is nice, love is gentle Love is joy, love is pain, Love is laughing in the rain I got love on my mind Love is always right on time Love is you, love is me Love is just a little baby I got love on my mind Love is always right on time Love is you and love is me Love is gonna set you free, yeah (Our love) Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh, (repeat)
PHOTO OF JRO So now I got to be the dog to get kicked around and lashed out at by PPX. (GEORGE CLINTON'S WHY SHOULD IDOG YOU OUT PLAYS)
If PPX had fed me some doggie treats, I wouldn't have been so raw with the truth about her and I.
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Bow wow! (SNOOP DOGG'S WHO AM I? WHAT'S MY NAME? PLAYS)
LYRIC: EeeyiyiyiyiyahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-owwse (the bomb) EeeyiyiyiyiyeahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-oww-owse Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog) [Verse One:] From the depths of the sea, back to the block Snoop Doggy Dogg, Funky, yes but of the Doc Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit So I ain't holdin nuttin back And motherfucker I got five on the twenty sack It's like that and as a matter of fact [rat-tat-tat-tat] Cuz I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Yeah, so peep out the manuscript You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit] What's my motherfuckin name? [Chorus:] Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (yeah yeah yeah) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) [Verse Two:] It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house like everyday Droppin shit with my nigga Mr Dr. Dre Like I said, niggaz can't FUCK with this And niggaz can't FUCK with that shit that I drop cuz ya know it don't stop Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin cop Tic toc never the glock just some nuts and a cock Robbin motherfuckers then I kill dem blood claats Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog Cuz I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy [Dogg] [Chorus:] Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyoyoyoyoyoyo [Verse Three:] Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin air And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank And watch your step (why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank My bank roll's on swoll My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll with the Dogg Pound right behind me and up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me Layin that, playin that G Thang She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what? He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim What's my motherfuckin name? [Chorus:] Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (the bomb) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) What is, his name? Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (Dog) (the bomb) Ohhh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (the bomb) And the Dogg Pound Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Snoopy Dogg Snoopy Dogg (Dog) (Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)
An old styled phone, much like the hoodrat dumb bitch named Nicole Davis, aka, Nikki X, aka, PPX, whose old styles still gank brothaz.
(PHONE RINGS. DELEGATE ANSWERS. IT'S THE DUMB BITCH.)
She called me a hell of a lot. Not once did I ever asked her for her phone number. She was diggin' on me. Ask her why did she call me so much. She was lonely for me. That's why I fucked that bitch down in the basement of the apartment Building I had resided in. I never knew that such a dumb ass bitch could have such good pussy!
I had a pre-paid Cincinnati Bell Nokia cell phone. I only spent $40 a month on phone cards, until I gave her my digits. She caused me to spend about $80-$120 a month on phone cards!
(BOOTSY COLLIN'S WHAT'S A TELEPHONE BILL? PLAYS)
LYRIC: Hello baby Yes, it's your friendly phone fanatic again Oh yeah I'm loaded With verbal rap ability, baby You know you inspire me to poetry So listen while I recite naughty nothings That'll wet your eardrums I'd like to, I'd like to, I'd like to Yeah yeah yeah Oh, can I make sweet love to you baby? What I'd like to do would be good to you And if you hang up on me now, I'll be through I'm just living and loving, waiting for the moment When you got time to kill And if I can't your love, then What's a telephone bill? According to way the way you make me feel I guess you'd call it obscene phone call I'm not a storyteller though baby I'd rather be with you, me to me Oh, a sort of physical love, like, bubba Oh, you're the sweetest fantasy I know YOU Excuse me if I seem obscene to you I'm being real and that seems the thing to do I'm just living and loving, waiting for the moment When you got time to kill And if I can't get your love, then What's a telephone bill? Oh baby, uh, just wanna hang on I'd like to, I'd like to, I'd like to yeah yeah yeah I'd like to make sweet love to you Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Oh no, not that baby I wanna be real with you Let me just breathe in your ear hole baby (Ohhhh ohhhh) Don't fake me out I love you baby (I'd like to make sweet love to you) Let me see if I can hit that note again I love you baby (Ohhh ohhh doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) (I'd like to make sweet love to you) Can you just explain to me what key are you in, baby? I'd like to get real funk-kay (I'd like to make sweet love to you) I'm just living and loving waiting for the moment When you got time to kill And if I can't get your love, then What's a telephone bill? I'm just living and loving waiting for the moment When you got time to kill And if I can't get your love, then What's a telephone bill? I'm just living and loving waiting for the moment When you got time to kill And if I can't get your love, then What's a telephone bill? Oh, oh I'd like to make sweet love to you Maybe I'll manicure your toenails And uh, make sweet love to you baby! Rub my body with yours Wait a minute operator, I'm not talking to you!
But I, being the kind and gentle man, I just suffered it to happen over monthly again and again.
Shehad a pre-paid Nokia too. I thought she was spending more than I did monthly on phone cards, because she was a frequent caller on the so called Black radio station WDBZ 1230am "The Buzz" at (513) 749-1230(Lincoln Ware). After General Kabaka Oba (GKO) dumped PPX for Joy Rolland (JRO), he told me that he bought the minutes for PPS's phone.
Hell, I was worn out from her callin' me so much. How else was I suppose to feel? I worked full time on second shift at Wal-mart. She called me there too. She called me when I got home too. Dam, can't I get settled in first, take a bite of something to eat and watch some tv before she call? She called me early almost every morning at 7am!
On my days off, she called me more often and talked for longer periods. One morning, she called me and we had talked for 2 hours straight. I hated that morning. I swear I hated that morning. Her constant calls had gotten so bad that, when she had called, I would look at the caller id, and when I seen that it was her calling, I just wanted to ignore it so bad. I wanted to get the conversation over with, so I answered the call and talked as little as possible. Afterwards, I put an end to her constant calls. I turned off the ringer, and lied to her about my phone being broken.
PHOTO COURTESY OF freefoto.com Other times I though about getting a new phone and not giving her my number and lie to her that I lost my old phone. Then, I thought about getting on a monthly plan to save money. Click cincinnatibell.com
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THE BORING ASS TELEPHONE TALKIN' HOOD RAT DUMB BITCH!
