Despite some of the negative press that the deposed QUEEN BEE has been receiving there is still one person that hasn’t stopped loving her, and its the website’s very own INTERN. The INTERN took the time to write another letter to Mrs.JONES and to honor the INTERN’s love and devotion BLU CHEEZ added some new photos of LIL’ KIM to his photo gallery. Ain’t love grand?
Kimberly Jones 56198-054
FDC Philadelphia – Federal Detention Center
P.O. BOX 562
Philadelphia, PA 19106
Dear Ms. Jones,
Its been a hot minute since I hollered at you during your time away from the scene. You have probably been getting scooped on all the goings on in the rap game since you left us. New York City is desperate for someone with charisma and real street swagger to put the city back on the map. Your girl MARY J. is even rhyming now. The lyrics she spit weren’t half bad for an R&B queen, but it was apparent that the game needs the QUEEN BEE right now.
How have you been doing? The Daily News is reporting that you are having trouble with your boobies. I hope that you are o.k. If you have to go smaller just do it. I wasn’t exactly feeling your upgrades because they seemed very PAM ANDERSEN-ish. That bitch is too plastic for you to copy. They say that KANYE WEST has been sticking his tongue in her mouth. I don’t believe that shit because that dude look mad homo. There are so many gay rappers in the game right now it looks like Saturday night at the Christopher Street piers (not that I would even know – no brokeback). When you come home you should pull CURTIS ‘FITTY’ JACKSON’s skirt up for all that shit he was talking about you.
Can you believe that BUSTA RHYMES is a gangster rapper now? This is how fucked up the game is. Dudes that was wearing dashikis have to bust gats now if they want their label to greenlight an album. Don’t fuck with JAY-Z when you come home because that motherfucker be player-hating on the lee low. I hope that when you come home you keep it real eye level and get back to that rude bitch style that you created. Get some gutter tracks from DJ PREMIER and just spit that Brooklyn fire shit. And put all these fake hoes back on the shelf. None of them can see you, and FOXY sure as hell can’t even hear you.
I hope that when you come home you put the rap game in a smash for good. And yes, I still have your HardCore poster on my bedroom wall.
Stay up ma,
Ethan Nosowsky
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