Baby J. So fresh so fresh. If only J knew he’d graduate to Bey - a megalomaniac thief who takes Libyan blood money and copyright material from struggling artists. I’m still so angry over all of these cracks beginning to show on this once great performer - once referring mostly to her early DC days and her wonder hit Single Ladies (which she completely stole also) - and I don’t think I’ll rest until I actually see Beyonce at Burger King. But I guess I still call myself a Jay-Z “fan” because at the end of the day, he still gets to tap dat ass. And while she may be an evil opportunist deep down inside, Bey’s booty, is, well…you know the lyrics.
