Last night, 50 Cent let rip a storm of tweets that can best be described as a descent into madness. We already knew he was bad grandson who wasn't happy with our previous post, but—last night—things spiraled downward.

The first warning that this wasn't 50's day came when he tweeted after leaving the gym.

Then the unimaginable happened. His Grandma, apparently unaware of his richness and unwillingness to take this shit, asked him to take out the trash.

Though he got all hot and bothered, he obliged his mean Grandma.

He then saw our claim that he was a bad grandson. Uh oh, Gawker.TV is apparently on 50's shit list.

As with any fall from grace, there is a period of bargaining, and Fiddy pleads with us to understand.

He then issues a dark proclamation. Nobody show him spell check.

Mercifully, the madness ends, and 50 spares us all. Or at the very least, he spares the poor soul he might've smacked upon going outside.

Update: In case you have doubts that this was really 50 Cent, his manager and ghost-tweeter have confirmed that all the tweets came from 50 himself. [Necole Bitchie]