people are irritated at beyonce’s ambition

Forked tongues stay pressed. The woman that women secretly love to hate but really want to be strikes again for Vogue Britain. Chick is ON IT and is unapologetic for staying on TOP and why the fuck should she? Like Oprah says: the amount of success you experience depends on the amount of criticism you can take and Big Mama O ain’t neva lied. The truth of the matter is people cannot stand Beyonce’s success. It really boils down to the fact that people feel that Beyonce has experience too much success for way too long and that fact that she refuses to go way into the the abyss of irrelevancy or fall back mode really cooks people’s grits. Word to the wise people: Beyonce loves what the fucks she does and will do it until they carry her away kicking and screaming like the diva she is!!! And if you’ve got Tina Turner snatching Vogue Covers at 73 you’ll either be dead or old and fucking grey before B’s goes into retirement.

Men never have to defend their ambition and B shouldn’t have to defend hers. She looks great and she works hard for the money. Continue to kiss her ass cheeks with your forked tongue you confused stans and continue to take notes in witnessing a person who isn’t afraid to take it to the top.

bang your head on this!

And the feeding frenzy of thirsty dehydrated Internet piranha’s ensue.

Beyonce. The only thing I can tell you is to don’t say shit or put yourself near any position where you have to defend your choices on the music that comes out of your fucking heart. Don’t defend, sing national anthems at press conferences, play dumb with NFL jocks, or make anymore HBO specials about how isolated you are and how lonely being at the top is. Just fucking continue to live and fuck your rich #horsecock husband because you have nothing left to prove to simps. You work hard and you’re about your money so why the fuck does that need defending? Just raise your beautiful fucking baby girl; that in of itself will make you forget about all this fucking mentally ill madness.Rip a page out of Rihanna’s “don’t give a fuck kiss my narrow yellow ass book” and don’t look back or you’ll be like Lot’s wife. Rhi learned on some super early early shit to make her damnself happy (it’s one of the benefits of having a crackhead daddy) and now nigs just know that she gives zero fucks about riding dirty in the same car that Chris con caved her face in. She’s fucking happy and she loves that dance his ass off half-wit psychotic ninja. She doesn’t allow the cowardly self-righteous who act like they’ve “never hopped on the wrong dick” to invade her holy ground. And when Chris isn’t around she dry humps purple haze, snatches magazine covers and flashes her ass crack for kicks. Period end of story.

Just remember who you are because these over critical “like you drowned their puppy” assholes have no good intentions for your legacy or your life. They want your baby to have a touch of downs, they want Jay to be caught with his dick in a jar of Kanye peanut butter, and more importantly they really want to see your ass fall down a flight of stairs on a banana peel in front of Keisha, Keri, Ciara, Ashanti, Gaga, Brandy, Kelly and those other three non singing ass rejects that your daddy kindly kicked to the curb. The public is now on code-orange blood thirsty type level for you. Thank heavens for Mama Tina and her roots boxes. They keep you and baby blue out of harms way. The devil is a lie!

Just remember that America has always been uncomfortable with too much success for one person #Oprah #Barack #Cosby #Jordan #Kobe #Tiger’s simp ass and nigs simply repeat what they’ve been taught. Instead of admitting that they hate themselves and their miserable lives they’ll blame you cause it’s just more fucking fun when it’s done that way. You’ve just got to let them stew in their toxics juices till the meat slides off their bones. Bow Down is a chopped and screwed headbanger and it’s about damn time you slap the stupidity of perfection in the mouth and tell it to have a good day.

Defender of Money.

baddie bey.

I fucking love Beyonce. Not to the point where I’m willing to inhale her farts for a buzz; but enough to respect how far she’s allowed her talent, drive and beauty to take her.  The bile and virtrol are a part of the price of the ticket in being too fabulous for words. This chick got the world in the palm of her hand and it cooks people’s grits.  Instead of revealing that Baby Blue is mentally retarded (you know that’s what people are salivating for); this woman had the audacity to pull this stunt. But eff that. This is America. Land of Milk and Honey and voyeurism.  Baddie B’s getting that money legally and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it!

And for the record: GQ magazine is not for you bitter, resentful insecure wenches. This mag is for men and the woman who want to be like her even when there too sore in the asshole to admit it. The magazine business is in the business of staying in business and the publishing industry is feeling really insecure right now. And like it or not Baddie Bey sells and men with horn dog dicks big and small will surely eat this cover up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And another dayum. People take Baddie Bey’s success way too fucking personal. If they didn’t care they wouldn’t click on blog posts and froth at the mouth.  We all know there’s a lot of insecure mental patients hiding behind their cowardly screen’s.

To fucking success,

Defender of Money.