Beyonce Stans, Come Get Your Peoples
Unless you’re living under a rock (or Debra Lee’s BET Awards dress), you know that Beyonce’s newest album “4” just came out yesterday. That joint is prolly gon go like 8 times platinum soon because she’s a beast and whatnot. Who runs the world? BEY.
Part of the reason that Queen Yawnce runs everything is, of course, her talent and performing prowess. That chile will juke for 3 hours straight in 6 inch heels while singing on key like it ain’t nothing. She’s dope. And she FAHN!
But another reason Bey runs things is because of her legion of stans. Beyonce’s stans are a vast, numerous and dedicated group of people who are ready at ANY moment to snatch wigs and scalps BALD at the thought of people even THINKING about coming at her. They are at attention biding their time until someone comes at Sasha Fierce sideways, or utters a critique.
I recognize and acknowledge Bey’s greatness, but I do think she’s mere mortal. So I am not a stan. However, I am far from a hater. Some Beyonce stans are bearable. Others are downright terrible. They do too much. Like this dude:
This is what I call doing the utter most. Did we have to bring King Miko into alla this? Why can’t you acknowledge Beyonce’s greatness without bringing the THRILLERMAKER into it? And this is creepy. Lemme find out MJ died and really jumped into Bey’s body like he was a cast member in the movie “Ghost.”
Michael Jackson did not do the Smooth Criminal lean and get special shoes patented for y’all to say his spirit now lives in another celebrity. HE AIN’T!
I request that the Legion of Beyonce Stans come get their minion. Just drag him clean out the ring because he is officially hopscotching over the line.
Whatcha’ll think of ol’ boy up top? What is his drug of choice? And have you listened to “4.” Do you like it? I haven’t and I’m thinking bout buying it off iTunes.
Tell a G.