I'm on a buncha sites, yo...

Facebook: Dante Powell @ S.E. Louisiana University

Myspace (Personal): www.myspace.com/deeteezee

Myspace (Music): www.myspace.com/dantetherapper

Twitter: www.twitter.com/dantetherapper

ummm.....I think those are the only ones I'm on...

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First of all, I'm due to shout these dudes out...

Which brings me to the first one, whuddup JJ! You gettin a lot of love around these parts, dunny! Whats really good with that?

Also, I can't forget to mention this dude RIGHT HERE, who has changed a lot, kinda, but it "still" doin all the other stuff that you liked him for, only better! (His words, not mine!)

So, now that we've covered that, its time for ME, ME, its all bout ME!

^ HIM (and I know, "the shoes have got to go!", but they're comfortable, and I wear them at work, which is where I just got in from at the time)

So, through:

1. Tiger stayin silent through the noose comment, and magazine cover (his opponents probably want to go golf club to the mouth, then lynch, but who's keeping count)

2. Burger King stopping the Whopper for a day (I think my blood pressure goes up 3 points just imagining a Whopper)

3. Eddie Murphy marrying Babyface's ex, then saying it was a joke (like Johnny was gon go for that!)

and

4. Randy Moss telling reporters to check his resume' to see that he doesnt hit women (he didnt hit that traffic cop, his car did)

You've got Dante!

And as I'm looking at my life, I'm noticing that I'm such a celebrity, because I'm experiencing similar situations, but I'm a smart celebrity, because I don't let camera's catch me in the process! (I mean, i'm not about to marry Tracey Edmonds, nor do I have asecret gay lover who is responsible for such hits as "My My My", or "Fairweather Friend", but give me a second to make this thing work!)

Heres what I do have, though:

1. Racist ass co-workers and classmates. The kind who, at work, while in the break room, open the refrigerator, and see Church's Chicken, ask who's it is, then everyone looks at me! The kind who, while in Composition 1, when the professor says "you can not start a sentence off like 'yo, me and my homeys be chillin'" look directly to me, as if he was reading this off of my paper. Then I'm forced into the position of "angry black guy", because I respond like: "Bitch, that chicken aint mine! I'm eatin a Whopper!", and "That paper aint mine! I know its "yo, me and my homeys was chillin"!

Tell em T.O.

2. I have a big ass stomach, and a broken work out regiment. I know why, though. I'm addicted to food that continually adds to my massive body. I mean, I'm still extremely fly, and sexy, and any woman's dream, but I'm gonna have to start back goin to the gym at the beginning of the month to whip myself back where I need to be. I hate the ends of the spectrums, though. On one end, the fast food dealers are the new crack dealers. How you have product that good, and that cheap? Plus its addictive as hell! Then you train these workers to market it perfectly, they be all on the drive thru speaker like "Welcome to Taco Cabana, would you like to try our 2 burritos for 2 dollars special today?" And I can just hear that motherfucker winking at me thru the speaker trying to coax me into buying it! And ya'll know I love burritos!

Then, my personal trainer be calling me sounding all sexy on the phone talkin bout "I can't wait to see you again", "next time we won't stop till we're both dripping with sweat", "we can go uuuuup....then back dooooown again, real slow", and "I'll do whatever it takes to make you come." Like I should be paying her $1.99 per minute, as opposed to $75 per session. This is some bullshit, said Katt Williams!

T.O. already told you!!!!

I have more to say on this, but I have to go do something!

TO BE CONTINUED....