Chris Brown feel good tweet of the day: ‘”HATE ALL U WANT BECUZ I GOT A GRAMMY Now! That’s the ultimate FUCK OFF!”
Oh dear here comes a new fracas faster than a flying can of sugar powdered high fructose coated dumpling. The puff pastry in question? Chris ‘I know how to make it without you bixches’ Brown.
Pursuant to this hawt bixch miraculously grabbing himself a grammy all sorts of shit has been floating in his mind (this after him being the token punching bag of the media for beating up his ex- Rihanna who seems to have taken a liking to her ex bixch again). What shit is floating in his mind? Things like:
‘Fuck them niggars.’
‘No one tells me which way is up’
‘Money speaks louder than some ass hole blogger making 2 cents for every billion I make.’
‘Why should I pretend to be the repentant bogeyman when I have one of this metal bixches in my closet now?’
and probably this one too : ‘The more I scream and tell them to F off the more them niggas will write about me and keep me in the public’s conscience.’
All good points one supposes, but terrible ideas nevertheless when at the end of the day an artist is only as painfully brilliant as the patrons and consumers who think that he is still brilliant too. Telling your fans and patrons (the media for instance because they pander to every whiff you take of the puff pastry in the morning) are douches no matter how tempting it is can never in the end keep you in the ever shifting game of ‘here today and gone tomorrow,’ alumni.
So for all you homophobic, yellow loving Lamborghini, self pitying and girlfriend beating bixches on the way up- beware, cause as fun as it is to be on top, the trip on the way back down is pretty hellish too. But I’ll just let my homeboy tell you his way:
“IM BACK SO WATCH MY BaCK as I walk away from all this negativity #teambreezygrammy.”
Right my bixches??