Girl.
Kimberly. I wanna believe in you but I can't. You're like an old ass overweight stripper, 30 years and 6 kids in, that refuses to get TF off the pole. Like bow out gracefully. By now you should be co-owner of the strip joint or a Madame or some shit. Know your worth and status,
Kimberly. You've paid your dues. We loved your crass ass lyrics, pre-incarceration. You were a bomb ass emcee. But, now? Today? In 2015? I just want you to hang it up, flat screen. Please. I'm literally
BEGGING you. After that atrocity of a mixtape [read it:
here] I sincerely believed you were done. I let the other "remixes" slide because I thought you were just getting it out of your system but you go too far. At this stage in your geriatrics no one, and I mean not one living soul, wants to hear you rap about your vagina. Nope. Then couple that with this tragic ass auto tune and you've officially created a natural disaster. A recurring one, apparently, because you're persistent than a motherfucker to stay in these rap streets.
Honestly, your flow remains sick. This I won't deny you. It's your lyrics that kill me each and every time. I need to get you a damn time machine so you can stop living in the past. Oh well. Listen to "Trap Queen (Remix)" below:
