Member Since: 8/18/2013
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Originally posted by Rihabelye
I don’t know what’s coming tomorrow (nothing lmao) but I have to fume because backlash of this nature for her has been long overdue. I've been thinking about everything Rih has done since 2015 and it just doesn't compute. It makes no sense at all. Like, her fans been thirsting for a new album for 2 and a half years and she releases FFS which by some ungodly miracle managed to get a spot at #4 on BB200, a peak not even Iggy would settle for right now yet people managed to dig out and stretch out arguments for calling it a success. And the song itself? Let me NOT  ! I could remix the sounds of George RR Martin taking a dump on an uncleaned toilet after Taco Bell while clipping a thick ingrown toenail and make it sound better than that abomination. Poor McCarthy will be rolling in his grave over this one. Clearly impressed by the underwhelming charts performance of FFS, Rih decided to roll another one-sided dice and landed on tragedy once more, this time named BBHMM. Starting by looking at the cover of the single itself, it is no less clear than it was when she released the first single that this bitch has ****ing lost iT. I mean I dunno what type of dick she getting from that Travis guy but I want me some of that cause that **** must be on another level. Encouraged by succeeding in creating an anthem for wannabe G tumblr white bitches and ghetto crackheads, Rih decided to capitalize upon her newfound goldmine of musical experimentation and edginess by releasing another masterfully produced, lyrically overwhelming and prejudice-shattering masterpiece. Or at least we thought that’s what the third single, American Oxygen, would have come to be. Little, oh little did we know  . Not only was this algorithm-based sound of sewer drainage a literal mind numbing experience of inexplicable pain and suffering in the length of seemingly endless 4 minutes, but it managed to flop in such proportions that it took people half a year to remember ARTPOP still exists as a standard of immeasurable disasters in the music industry. Carly who? 
Then she decides to name the album Anti. In fact, she decided to be so anti that the features on the album include Drake, J. Cole, Nicki and other underground artists. SO. ****ING. ANTI. And the cover lmao, a boy with a bellybutton bigger than the doubled size of Texas trying to look innocent when we all know the balloon he’s holding represents the ammount of all the ***** her *****’s been filled with by just that ghetto addict she’s been riding on as of late. By now, the fans and the GP are clearly over her clear state of borderline mental retardation. She backtracks and tries to save face with an idea so grand and effective she left the entire industry speechless (buy TFM on iTunes now). She decided to release, SOCKS! Everyone was not having it. So what then? Shoes! Of course! The answer was right in front of her all along!
Well bitch, **** you. I can’t wait for your piece of **** to flop because the meltdown you’re gonna have will be so gigantic you might even develop half the brain you need to realize you’ve been a dumb self-entitled, arrogant bitch for 3 years too long. Go choke on George RR Martin’s feces because you’re done. You are done, cow. Over. Finished. Puta pobrecita esta finita.
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I'm not going to pretend that I wasn't waiting for this
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