The Return of MAN-AZE

originally posted on as a follow up to this article. (you might want to read it first)

Dear Mr. Sampson,

I just wanted to write and thank you for all of your support throughout my professional career. As MAN-AZE I’ve come very far in a very short period of time and none of it would have been possible without knowing that you were behind me. I’ve made some great friends since I’ve stepped into the spotlight.

Here’s a picture of me and 50 cent. Unofficially I am the only white member of G-Unit.

Here’s a picture of my first, multi-platinum, album.

Unfortunately sometimes fame can get to you, and you start living outside your means and hanging out with whores. I got caught up Mr. Sampson, and I’m sorry, because I feel like I let you down. I don’t know when the downward trend started. All of the sudden I’m on the cover of Vibe magazine, Source, XXL. I’m getting invited to parties with famous people I only used to dream about. I was even invited to the Playboy mansion for their PJ party. That’s where it hit me, I knew I was in over my head and here’s the picture to prove it.

This is a picture of me, holding Paris Hilton’s dog, so she can go do blow in the bathroom at the playboy mansion. Sometimes you don’t realize how far you’ve fallen. I decided right then and there, that my fall from grace was over. I finally realized that what was happening in my life was something I should enjoy and cherish, and not waste away with whores like Paris Hilton. One of the songs of my debut CD is dedicated to her. It’s called My Balls: Your Chin

Paris you’re a whore
I don’t need you no more
I know that you are sore and yes…
That was a bag of my poopie on your door.

Of course you can’t be a celebrity and have mad cash without jumping in to help a good cause. Recently I lent my mad skillz to a hurricane Katrina benefit show. I did a spot with Mike Meyers but Kanye West went on before I did.

This is the pic of me and Mike, this was supposed to air, but fucking Kanye messed it up. Needless to say, Kanye and I got beef now. Matter of Fact I sat down and broke out some new shit to put on my next album.

Yo kanye, what you got to say?
You think your badass, well not today.
I’m gonna run around, all over the place.
I’m gonna take a poopie, all up on your face.

Yeah, it feels good to get back to my roots: busting out POOPIE RHYMES on those unsuspecting cows. So thank you, Mr Sampson. You’ve guided me back to the path that gave me everything I’ve got.


(hey, if you want Eminems autograph, let me know…he’s a big fan of mine)

As always, leave me a comment and I will leave you your very own poopie rhyme.


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