Shanna Moakler Reportedly Ready Auction Off Her Engagement Ring And Other Gifts From Travis Barker

Shanna Moakler Reportedly Ready Auction Off Her Engagement Ring And Other Gifts From Travis Barker


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Shanna Moakler is moving on! The Blink-182 drummer’s ex is reportedly looking to get rid of all the things he gave her during their relationship.

Sometimes the best thing you can do after a breakup is just get rid of all your ex’s stuff! Actress and model Shanna Moakler46, is ready to completely move on from her marriage to Blink-182 drummer Travis Barker, 45, years after the pair finalized their divorce in 2008. She is reportedly looking for places to sell off gifts that Travis gave her, a source told Us Weekly.

Even though it’s been over 13 years since their divorce was finalized, Shanna has kept a bunch of expensive gifts that the “All The Small Things” drummer had given her. Among the gifts she’s reportedly looking to part with include both her wedding and engagement ring as well as an Andy Warhol painting. “Shanna is scoping out auction houses to auction off sentimental things that Travis has gotten her when they were together,” the source told US Weekly.

It seems that arguments over their kids has made Shanna want to get rid of anything that makes her think of Travis. The couple had been married from 2004 to 2008. They have two children together — son Landon Asher Barker, 17, and daughter Alabama Luella Barker, 15. “Their co-parenting relationship has hit rock bottom. She wants to get rid of everything that reminds her of him and reminds her of the happier times,” the source said.

Travis and Shanna have been divorced since 2008. (MediaPunch/Shutterstock/ABC/Shutterstock)

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Shanna’s relationship with her ex has seemingly been strained, at least in part, due to his current girlfriend, Kourtney Kardashian, 42. She bashed the couple in a May 2021 video from TMZ. “My family is broken because of this family and now my kids and I are alienated from each other because of another sister in the family, so yay for me,” she said, adding “thanks for destroying my family,” in response to asking if she had anything to say to Kourtney.

Earlier in the COVID-19 pandemic, it sounded like Travis and Shanna were getting along fine as co-parents. She told HollywoodLife that it was “going great” in an April 2020 interview. “A lot of FaceTiming and the kids are taking turns going back and forth,” she said at the time.

Even though things seem sour with Shanna, Travis and Kourtney have seemingly been getting along great. The pair have been enjoying romantic date nights, and Travis even sweetly gave Kourtney’s daughter Penelope Disick, 9, her own pink drum set for her birthday.

Mick Jagger’s Kids: Everything To Know About His 8 Kids From Oldest To Youngest

Mick Jagger’s Kids: Everything To Know About His 8 Kids From Oldest To Youngest


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Learn more about Mick Jagger’s eight children, from his eldest daughter Karis, now 50, to his youngest son, Deveraux, born in 2016.

Mick Jagger has been called plenty of things throughout his lifetime — including “dad”. The 77-year-old rocker is the father of eight children, from his eldest daughter Karis, born in 1970, to his youngest son Deveraux, whom he welcomed most recently in 2016. The British rockstar is also the proud dad of supermodel daughter Georgia May Jagger, 29, whom he shares with his ex Jerry Hall, 64. Continue reading to find out more about all eight of his kids.

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Mick’s oldest child Karis was born on November 4, 1970. Karis, who is the daughter of actress Marsha Hunt, had a short-lived career in Hollywood, making an appearance in 1997’s One Night Stand, and has also executive produced the TV mini-series Made in L.A.: Paul Fortune’s House in 2013, per IMDb. Since then, she has launched a website called Hey Sistah which is about “two women of color sharing our love of food, friendship and culture,” according to the site’s bio.“We’re inspired to do something a bit more interactive and engaging, where we can bring all of these shared passions for filmmaking, food, togetherness and social justice into one place, where we can share our journey, and hopefully help inspire yours. Karis wed her husband, Jonathan M. Watson in 2000, and they share two kids, Mazie and Zak.

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Mick welcomed his second eldest child, Jade, on October 21, 1971, with ex-wife Bianca Jagger. She was born in Paris, and was reportedly even babysat by the famous artist Andy Warhol. In the years since, Jade has built a successful career as a jewelry designer, and wed her husband Adrian Fillary in 2012. The pair share a son, Ray Emmanuel Fillary, and Jade is also a mom to Assisi and Amba from her relationship with Piers Jackson.

Lizzy. Image: Shutterstock

Mick welcomed Elizabeth aka Lizzy on March 2, 1984, with model Jerry Hall, and, like mother, like daughter Lizzy also had a career as a model. At the age of five, she walked in a Chanel fashion show, and has since continued working for an agency in England. Of course, she’s more than just a pretty face, and is a devoted philanthropist and feminist — she even lobbied for the Equal Rights Amendment to pass in Illinois in 2018.

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James Jagger followed in his dad’s footsteps and pursued a career in the entertainment industry. Mick welcomed his mini-me son on August 28, 1985, and he went on to become a singer and guitarist for the punk-rock band Turbogeist. Some of his IMDb credits include the movies Vinyl and The Last Full Measure, The Unravelling and The Deep House. He wed his wife Anoushka Sharma, in 2015.

Georgia May
Georgia May. Image: Shutterstock

Mick’s mini-me daughter Georgia May Jagger has made a name for herself as a supermodel, and most recently fronted a Wrangler campaign. He welcomed her on January 12, 1992 with model Jerry Hall, and she would go on to cover magazines like Vogue, Elle and Harper’s Bazaar. In early 2021, she appeared in the “Turn Heads. Capture Hearts” ad campaign for Wrangler. In one photo, the blonde beauty rocked a black tank top and turned her back to the camera to show off the back of the pants. Another shot showed her laying down on her side, offering the camera a subtle smile while rocking a simple white tee. Her star is certainly on the rise!

Gabriel. Image: Shutterstock

Mick and Jerry welcomed their last child, Gabriel, on December 9, 1997. He has remained largely out of the public eye, however he announced his engagement to Andrea Winzenried, in January 2020. According to Tatler, the announcement read, “The engagement is announced between Gabriel, son of Jerry Murdoch of Texas, and Mick Jagger of London, and Anouk, daughter of Janine and Andrea Winzenried of Switzerland.”

Lucas. Image: Shutterstock

Mick welcomed his second youngest child, Lucas on May 18, 1999, with ex-girlfriend Luciana. Like many of his older siblings, he appears to be pursuing a career in modeling. Most recently, he gave fans a glimpse at his post-op recovery, after undergoing surgery on his ears. He took to Instagram on April 5, posting a series of photos from his stay in the hospital. The first image in the carousel post featured Lucas with bandages wrapped around his head and an oxygen tube in his nose. The youngster looked like the spitting image of his famous father from decades ago, with his hair totally tussled and his smirking expression highlighting the clear resemblance between the 77-year-old rock star and his son.

Deveraux. Image: MEGA

Mick’s youngest son, whom he shares with Melanie HamrickDeveraux Octavian Basil Jagger, was born in December 2016. In July 2016, he stunned fans when it was revealed that his then 29-year-old girlfriend was pregnant with his eighth child, and they were equally surprised when the couple revealed their bub’s very unique name. However, Basil was actually Mick’s late father’s first name, and Octavian means “born eighth” in Latin. So sweet!

Thurz – Los Angeles Lyrics

(man: Los Angeles is the city where dreams sweep you off your feet
>In front of a great spirit, that is both strong and ready
>>To help you along your journey
(man: ) Los Angeles means a complex [brand?] anatomy
>[Worth a lot of love, cookie joy turned tragedy?]??
(woman: ) L.A. is the city that birth me and raised me
>That is why it’s my everything
(man: ) To me, the city of L.A., is the city of dreams because you’ve got >Hollywood
>>And then you know, the city of the spirit, because you’ve got inner-city
(man: ) L.A. is the city of of the champions [bruh?]
(man: ) L.A. to me is what to hip-hop is for this urban community
>[We’re] all [?] essential to every aspect of art that comes to be in tune to an >>aspiring generation
(woman: ) To me Los Angeles means culture, sunshine and palm trees
(man: ) Los Angeles means [?] [?] sanity
(man: ) [Crenshaw ?]
(man: ) To me the city of Los Angeles means [peace?]
(guy: ) What Los Angeles means to me is opportunity to make dreams reality
(man: ) L.A., L.A. means dominance, land of the kings
(girl: ) I mean, what do you mean -I am L.A

[Verse 1 Thurzday]
The city’s a predator, blood splats, snakes black
Cats, hood rats, fat backs, they want the lion out his habitat
Devil contracts, high off contact where you inhale the smog at
That’ll bring your asthma back, from childhood
As it sits in your chest like the taste of the finest cognac
You pray for callbacks as everyone audition for they role
A lot of niggas play the same character, no cameras
Need stamina, to run past ya’
With your fake strategy, ya’ll cast in Grey’s Anatomy
Pretend to be surgeons, real niggas touch hearts
My soul is stained glass, look through my eyes and see the art
Happily remove the shades, now witness the Andy Warhol
Van Gogh, Leonardo, Basquiat, Picasso, Matisse, Michelangelo, Salvadore
Marco de [?] flow

(lady: ) To me, L.A. means home, sunny skies and happy people)
(man: ) Whenever I think L.A., I think sunshine, [tupie?]
(lady: ) Palm trees, good weed and bad bitches like me
(man: ) Swimming pool, a sunny Chrimtmas, you and I, Venice Beach
(man: ) Los Angeles means lust
(man: ) Hollywood, Beverly Hills, American Excess
(man: ) Worldwide entertainment
(man: ) Hey, I love L.A. and the Lakers? Mean the world

[Verse 2 Thurz]
City of dreams, [har?] [P?]
With a snare, gasoline dreams spark it with a flare
And hope to blow up for the best
You never want a nightmare, people come here get robbed with [goals/ golds?] with hardware
Cats will raise a gun before they raise a kid
I guess new fathers of warfare
Bullets go platinum every year
Invest in a hefty share, and fire back
To preserve that, feed that dream between ears
Some dreams they dream, some dreams they come true
I represent that city on that Dodger blue
Rico, no [pubic/ public?] rep, purple and gold
Cats fade without clippers, sharp shoot your angels
Salute a king, whether on ice or at war
[Or marching on gravel, provide salutations?]
City of little conversation, long stares, complicates it’s cold cases
Transplant faces, brothers, sisters mothers
Everybody trying to make it

It’s L.A

Lil Wayne – Dedicate Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
If it wasn’t for Wayne, it wouldn’t be
You tatted your face
Bugatti, new boo
You screamed suu whoop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You bought a Bugatti, so you can flex
Most of the bad bitches your ex

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
New subject, new paper, new Class, new school
New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs
Much later, too soon, too bad, too cool
Too hot, too lit, too high to move
Two eyes to view, but too blind to bloom
Who lied to you?
Two middle fingers that’s up high to whom
It may consume, kaboom, goddamn
Who knew that I am the guru with voodoo
That sued you to high hell
With shooters that shoot through the iron man
And see through the con man and now he a dyin’ man
I turned a goddamn into a God’s Plan
Go over the diagram and get to the job, man
Watch for the spycam
Sit back and watch and do not watch your watch hand
Give me some time, man, I am the bomb, man
I’m gon’ swim ’til I come out on dry land not on the fryin’ pan
No we did not land on Plymouth Rock
But it landed on our land, now I’m just buyin’ land
Back to the block where they got more rock fans
Than a fuckin’ rock band under a rock, man
We need Barack, man, I do what I can
To keep it solid as a you know what I’m sayin’
With some rock playin’

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed)
You screamed suu whoop and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah)
You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can flex)
And most of the bad bitches your ex

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I started this shit, you just part of this shit
I’m the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn’t skip
Take the heart of yo’ bitch, ’cause like Bart, you a simp
And your water don’t drip so your garden ain’t shit
You just countin’ the money, I’m drownin’ in money
Like, “Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?”
I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit
For the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit
Go retarded as shit, you go sweet tangy
I go tart on this shit, I’ma barf on this shit
I’m a martian and shit, you a offerin’, lil’ bitch
If I taught you some shit, that’s like Harvard, lil’ bitch
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit but you softer than shit
Walk it like you talk it, now you walkin’ in shit
I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit
In the spotlight too long should be darker than this
This is Tha Carter, lil’ bitch

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed)
You screamed suu whoop and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah)
You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can flex)
And most of the bad bitches your ex

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I started this shit, they borrowed this shit
I thought of this shit, they thought it was it
I’m doggin’ this shit, they bark and they sit
Put a fork in that shit, which straw to look in
I brought in this shit, the starters get benched
The artists get sent, then targets get hit
Billion dollar smile
I sell myself short if I grin, I’m bargainin’ then
Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit
In the foreign car that I could talk to and shit
With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit
‘Bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
All of that shit, just tha Carter lil’ bitch

[Outro: Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz & Barack Obama]
You changed, suu whoop (you tatted your face)
Bugatti, new boo (you screamed “Suu whoop”)
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
(If it wasn’t for Wayne, it wouldn’t be)
They might think they’ve got a pretty good jump shot, or a pretty good flow. But our kids can’t all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne!

HorseShoe Gang – Hyenas (4 Brothers Album) letras

[Intro: Sway Calloway and (Heather B)]
These dudes are undeniable. (Right) I’ve known ‘em for years. Some of the original HYENAS!

[Verse 1: Demetrius]
I grew up shit outta luck
I taught myself just how to fuck, and just how the fuck to get by
I pray that my father get hit by a bus, but just my luck
He probably just get hit by a truck, a semi
I give my fucks to none of these niggas
I’m from the streets where each policeman is a wannabe Hitler
Reading the bible like I don’t believe none of these scriptures
The belly of the beast couldn’t even stomach me nigga (listen)
I’m mad that I had to eat out of the trash
Now that’ve transformed a child into an animal fast
I had to shit out of a bag and live out of abandoned establishments
Now that’s just when I channel my madness and sadness
Into battlerap to paddle your ass, as a matter of fact
I got insurmountable passion, now I’m a mechanical dragon
I’m count Dracula dragging your ass back to the castle to cancel your ass
I’m a demi-god, sick of the sinning within a synagogue
With a strap that’s black as the skin of god
This cop-killer is finna start a copper-genocide
‘til I ran the country like Ahmadinejad

[Chorus: Demetrius]
When my crew come out to play, get the fuck up out the way
Hyenas, we are the hyenas, the hyenas
A fucked up life made me this way, I’ve seen my prey they need to pray
Hyenas, we are the hyenas, the hyenas

[Verse 2: Dice]
Buried under the poverty line
If I told you my life story, you would of thought I was lyin’
All I thought of was crime and thoughts of robbing you blind
I thought about killing my step father when I was just nine
I let the beat breathe, but I refuse to let police breathe
Peace is out of my reach, that’s why I’m beastly
I’m from the east side of the beach, I keep it east-y
We snatch purses and rob niggas for food stamps
Waiting for Dr. Dre and Snoop to give us a new stamp
It never happened, we kept rapping, the shoe camp
Waiting to diss any rapper, nigga we too amped
Listen, you rather drop your religion
Than to bother this fatherless nigga, this poverty strick
My pot to piss in was missin’, I’m on a robbery mission
If I wasn’t rhyming my nigga, then I’d probably be cripping

[Chorus: Demetrius]
When my crew come out to play, get the fuck up out the way
Hyenas, we are the hyenas, the hyenas
A fucked up life made me this way, I’ve seen my prey they need to pray
Hyenas, we are the hyenas, the hyenas

[Verse 3: Kenny]
I was young, roaming the corners that was real deadly
Strolled into the store and seen your dude exposing the steel
Quoting, He’d kill for scrill, holding it real steady
I pieced out, pissed off for wanting my lil’ Debbie
Seen in adolescence, laid out cold in a field from shots
While his soul and his chills left him
I’m Andy Warhol paintin’ a canvas
Taking a dab and blaze it to escape from the madness
Me and gram go together like Lakers and Brandon
Get high and drop something fly like planes when they landing, dammit
They listenin’ so I’m taking advantage
Treat my attacks like worlds outta space I’m a planet
I be bustin’ without taking a transit
Spanking these rappers to put ‘em to rest
Like the day of the Sabbath, dangerous savage!

[Chorus: Demetrius]
When my crew come out to play, get the fuck up out the way
Hyenas, we are the hyenas, the hyenas
A fucked up life made me this way, I’ve seen my prey they need to pray
Hyenas, we are the hyenas, the hyenas

[Verse 4: Julius]
This is an album of four brothers, poor brothers
Who swore to swing our swords in war
You fuck with one fourth of us, fuck with the four of us
Not the four horsemen, our full forces form a full horse fucka!
I sip on my liquor, Kenny took a hit of the sticky
I figure a nigga will get tipsy off my tripping elixir
I got an irrational rash, meaning I’m itchin’ to trip on you niggas (Sheesh)
I slept in grey hound bus stations
In the same town kids get hit with a stray round
Tre pound bust faces, playground wasn’t safe
At home my innate prowess for rapping, I’m rabbit in 8 mile such greatness
You niggas probably shook
I studied the book of Pac, you carry a pocket book
Fucking broad, I’m fucking raw like bare cock-to-puss
Growing up hard gave me triple the heart, I’m an octopus

[Chorus: Demetrius]
When my crew come out to play, get the fuck up out the way
Hyenas, we are the hyenas, the hyenas
A fucked up life made me this way, I’ve seen my prey they need to pray
Hyenas, we are the hyenas, the hyenas