Even though the things I need done to Keri Hilson include stuffing
a mean sausage down her windpipe until
she chokes with terror and fear and having her chest cut open with safety
scissors and heart ripped out by a really violent squirrel while rabbits tear at
her wack ass weave and termites devour her innards and Flavor Flav does the
Bankhead Bounce over her remains, I’m going to save my shade this morning.
She can pen a mean verse, but she pisses me off with all of those times she’s shaded Beyonce (here) (and Ke$ha that one time)... and I
just don’t play that. Sigh.
So, um, let me be serious for a second and tell you why I don’t hate “Buyou” before my bias gets
out and says that the rest of No Boys
Allowed sounds like two rodents fighting over rotten cheese and a chewed-up Pez dispenser: it’s got a
nice churning ooze to it, and Keri sounds so overly confident in the midst of
this ticking, slick bouncing production that its very tough not to enjoy. Plus,
J.Cole is on it, and he’s a pretty cool guy.
Enjoy “Buyou” this morning and let’s not ever talk about
this moment ever again:
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