Terror Firsthand #93: The Most Disrespected Rapper

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home.

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: The Most Disrespected Rapper 

Giovan "Enyoazz" Mendoza on Get On Yo Knees talkshow 

After being in Dayton Virginia for a couple of days, I cut the TV on and saw Enyoazz on another podcast. He was on Get On Yo Knees talkshow in Chicago. His wife was not with him. She was back in Atlanta, working at Holy River Ministries.

"So are you still doing gay porn?" Asked Amir Wiggins.

"No. Actually my son just got signed to a major label and he brought me a house. I'm retired now." Said Enyoazz.

"So how did you get into porn anyway? I mean, your videos with Chan Da God are still out there. He's a hebophile. How do you handle that?" Asked Amir Wiggins.

"Well everyone knows that it wasn't me that did the things he did. No one really tries to hurt me. I am very ashamed of Chan Da God's actions but what's done is done. A lot of men slept with Chan Da God. Hundreds and hundreds of them. I'm pretty sure they're ashamed too." Said Enyoazz.

"How does your wife deal with it? Does she have HIV too?" Asked Amir Wiggins.

"Yes, she does have it. No one bothers her about my past. She has her own troubled past. I would talk about it, but that's for her to talk about. Not me." Said Giovan Mendoza. 

Just as I was watching that, someone sent me an anonymous text that read, 

Yeah I heard about that lil relationship you got with Daddy P. Imma break that up ..... Y'all not going to be together very long. Imma run away everybody you meet! He'll never stick with you so you might as well keep looking b*tch! 

I paused the TV. I automatically assumed that it was Frank DaVoucci's pretend baby mother. I picked up the phone and called the number. A woman answered.

On the phone with Shaniqua Wack

"Hello? Bi*ch what you calling me for? I said I'm going to steal every nigga you talk to!" Said the deranged person. It was the same voice as the woman on The Demonic Soul podcast.

"Who the fu*k are you and why are you after me?" I asked.

"You know who the f*ck I am." Said the voice. 

I then panicked. I finally remembered. It all came back to me. I had slept with Frank DaVoucci back in the day and had forgotten all about it. It was so long ago, that I didn't even recognize him anymore. It was over 16 years ago. No wonder his baby mother hates me. She probably thinks that I still want him. 

"Frank DaVoucci said that you're not even his real baby mother and that you're just a paid actress." I stated. 

"Well he lied tard. I'm his real baby mother and every since you slept with him he's been treating me funny!" She yelled. 

I finally remembered. The b*tch name was Shaniqua Black. She told me 16 years ago that I better stay away from Frank and I had forgotten all about it. I didn't want his abusive f*cking ass anyway! She must've found out that I saw him in Chicago. This sick b*tch was being obsessive and dumb. I'm pretty sure Frank slept with hundreds of new women and men in 16 years. Why the fu*k is she targeting me?

"You dumb gay motherf*cker! I haven't seen Frank in 16 years. I don't want that abusive ass f*ggot! Stop pestering me! And I'm not gay! I'm never having a threesome with you and Frank. Get your funky ass off of me! You need to be paying attention to your damn child! Not me! You need serious help! I'm not lying! I haven't seen Frank in 16 years! And you better stay your jealous ass away from my new f*cking boyfriend! I do not want to share him with your dyking ass! That's stinky!" I yelled, in disbelief. 

This sick, twisted b*tch been stalking me for 16 years over a man I haven't even seen. How pathetic! Bi*ch won't stop stealing my men! Shaniqua Wack, I mean Black, was one pathetic piece of work and the funky dyke had the nerve to call me a tard! 

"Oh yeah? We gone see about that. Go head and look for another man and see don't I run him away too!" Said Shaniqua. I heard two other women laughing in the background.

"That lil retarded motherf*cker can't keep a man. She can't even keep a roof over her head! And she a felon! Daddy P don't want that!" Said one of the bit*hes in the background.

"You and Frank and them lil nasty dyking thots yo ass humping better stay the f*ck out of my damn business! Yuck! I don't know you like that!" I yelled. 

"I got every right to steal your man. And I can hump whoever I want. Even you...." Said Shaniqua Black. I hung up the phone. The bi*ch was really making me feel sick to the stomach.

I ran to the bathroom and started throwing up. She and Frank were the most abusive downlow couple I had ever seen in my life. They were so gay and fake! I didn't even know where that raggedy b*tch was. I didn't know if she was still in Virginia or if she was in another state. I began to get worried, but it was nothing I could do about it. An opp is a opp.

I unpaused the show and continued watching Enyoazz.

"So are you done dating men Giovan? Are you sure you don't want to go back to men?" Asked Amir Wiggins.

"Yes. I'm done dating men." Said Giovan.

"Well we have someone backstage that's saying that you're telling a lie." Said Amir. "Frank DaVoucci come on out!" 

Frank DaVoucci walked out in the stage and Giovan started looking embarrassed.

"So we're through huh? You're not going to tell your wife about our affair?!" Asked Frank DaVoucci.

"What the f*ck is he doing here!?" Asked Giovan.

"You know why he's here. You've been cheating on your wife Khadija haven't you." Said Amir.

"That was before we got married. I haven't seen Frank since." Said Giovan.

"He's telling a lie. I've been su*king his di*k since he's been married!" Said Frank DaVoucci. 

Frank DaVoucci on Get On Yo Knees talkshow 

Giovan got up and walked off stage. 

I couldn't take anymore of the drama. I didn't know what to do anymore. I fell asleep. The next day when I started watching television, Enyoazz son had gotten murdered while leaving a nightclub in Atlanta.

"18 year old rapper, Javonte Mendoza, from the rap group Nasty Boyz, was gunned down earlier this morning while leaving Tragic City nightclub." Said the reporter.

"Damn. How many people are going to die leaving that same club! Christian Lewis just died there! They still won't shut that raggedy club down!" I yelled outloud.

I knew Giovan Mendoza wasn't handling the news well. The next day, I started watching The Devil's Universe podcast and Giovan Mendoza and his wife were back on there. New York City was Giovan's hometown.

"I'm sorry about your loss." Said Dustin Moore.

"It's okay. Things happen. I will always love my son. His memory will live on forever." Said Giovan.

Giovan "Enyoazz" Mendoza back in NYC at The Devil's Universe podcast studio 

"Frank DaVoucci has been making allegations, saying that you've been having an affair with him. Is that true?" Asked Dustin Moore.

"That is not true. Me and Frank were seeing each other before I got married and before he got married to Chan. That was a long time ago. I don't know what's wrong with Frank. He's acting very off and something is not right about that guy." Said Giovan Mendoza. "He just wants my wife to believe a lie." 

Dustin Moore 

"I see. So what are your plans for the future? What are you going to do for work now that your son is no longer here?" Asked Dustin Moore.

"I don't know. I'm going to take it one day at a time. That's all I can do. I'm definitely not going backwards though. You can bet that. And I'm not going to let this nigga Frank DaFoochi, get me down. That nigga is foo foo." Said Giovan. "Somebody should've laid that man down to rest, not my son." 

"Please don't go to prison behind Frank. It's not worth it my brother." Said Dustin Moore.

"Oh I won't. But that motherf*cker better watch his back. That's for sure." Said Giovan Mendoza.

His wife started rubbing his back. Giovan burst out into tears and walked out of the studio. 

I started hating Frank DaVoucci too. His baby mother was one wack piece of s*it and I wanted her to go away forever. It's pieces of s*it like her that became the reason why I can't keep anything. Gay bi*ches like her always con and scam and thieve to get what they want. I'm trying to stay on the right path, and b*tches like her are always in the way, biting my style. I'm sick of it. 

Anyways, I hadn't heard from Daddy P all day. I figured he was giving me a break so I could save some more money instead of paying for the collect calls, so I didn't take any offense to it. The next day, I stopped at a gas station to get $20 worth of gas. $20 was all I had in my account. The pump went past $20 to $26. I realized there must have been a mistake. 

In Actionville Florida in a hotel

I checked my account and saw a random deposit of $1,000. Someone rich had brought a hundred copies of my album, ©The Ruff Owtdowz, and I don't know who it was. I decided to take the money and get out of Virginia. I drove back to Actionville, FL, stopping in some cities along the way to rest. After I got to Actionville, I checked into a hotel. Then I went to the store to buy a bottle of wine. I went back to the hotel and started writing more music.