(Disclaimer: There is so much foolishness in the following post, you’ve been warned)
Before you naughty Indies think I’m attacking Kanye again, you can unclench and release the Fruit of the Loom from your Dereon clad derrieres. As one of the few artist in hippity-hop artist that have spit in the face of the macho bravado that has kept urban style in baggy jeans and over sized t-shirts, we owe it to Kanye to come to the rescue. I mean when you see someone clearly on the verge of a “No Wire HANGGGGEERRRRS” breakdown, it’s time to seek help from higher power and NO I DON’T MEAN OPRAH! Therefore intervention must happen imme’giately.
A message from kwest on Vimeo.
So now for his own sake, I decree a day of prayin’ for Kanye West and the Sasquatch turd mullet attacking his head.
*Daniel Saynt and Rebecca Alexander begin to hum a negro spiritual*
“OH LAWD! We come befo’ ya on bended knee. Our hearts humbled and our minds ready to receive. We lift up what is left of brother Kanye’s mind to ya lawd and we axe in the name of tender omnipotent infant similac suckin’ Jesus that you restore him back to the hippity hop communit’eh lawd. There is a disturbance in the force lawd but we know that thou art the master Jedi able to restore the empire back to Stella that she may receive back the groove which Anna Wintour stole and devoured at high tea along with the souls of all in attendance. For the devil is a liar and truly does wear Prada. We thank you lord…….Jesus…….not Oprah!”
Now pass the communion wafers and good drankin wine!
- Z’maji of HauteBlogXOXO
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