Rock N Roll is kinda the greatest song/video of all time. When will Taylord serve a song that anthemic? At least it was a hit in some Asian countries who are clearly far ahead of the Western Hemisphere.
I'm not upset about it
1 - Kesha's verses were clearly not written by her and her vocals are almost Miley-level contrived
*see: "dem boiiyz dey want my keww-chee!" / "booty POP all my shortieez" / "cha-chasin my kitty cat :P"
2 - will.i.am ruined the song and his verse somehow was worse than her verses
3 - Kesha appropriated chicana culture in the video and probably didn't even know/was forced, lol
I really do hope you have an Ike or Bobby in your life
And I wanted to wish you good luck with not ever getting an infection or HIV but then I realised that probably no one wants your ass in the real world so that ain't a thing to deal with for you.
And I wanted to wish you good luck with not ever getting an infection or HIV but then I realised that probably no one wants your ass in the real world so that ain't a thing to deal with for you.
Oop..
Didn't you draw Electra Heart hearts on your cheek?
And I wanted to wish you good luck with not ever getting an infection or HIV but then I realised that probably no one wants your ass in the real world so that ain't a thing to deal with for you.
*click*
The camera on Madonna's iPhone 3 (she doesn't feel confident using any newer technology) takes yet another in a long line of selfies over the course of the day. She carefully inspects the result. Her eyes narrow, carefully scrutinising any wrinkles and blemishes she can find on her experienced face. One of her homosexuals passes by and glances at the photo over her shoulder.
"Oh honey that's fine, we can edit those raven feet right out of there" he drawls, carrying a box of glitter and lace bras over to an overflowing closet.
Madonna pouts and throws the phone onto a leather sofa dismissively. "You do it, I can't be bothered to work out the filters right now." Her voice dips in and out of a questionable southern English accent.
"Of course your majesty" her assistant says in mock courtesy. He and the former Queen of Pop both smirk affectionately at each other, before she sends him out of the room and shuts the door with rather unnecessary force.
Madonna crosses the decadent lounge to the computer desk, making sure to avoid glancing into any mirrors on the way. The computer is permanently switched on (to provide ease of access) and she confidently opens up a browser. She briefly scrolls through her Twitter feed, but not for too long; most people bore her dreadfully. She opens up a website titled "kworb.net" which she has bookmarked, and searches for anything with her name on it.
Ctrl+F: No results found
Ms Ciccone tuts loudly, and looks for Rebel Heart, Living For Love, and Bitch I'm Madonna on the various charts. When searching for the latter song, she thinks back fondly to the shooting of its music video (her back and hips twinge as if it were yesterday) She enjoyed "partying it down" with the paid extras, even if she had to endure Rita Ora's desperate and clingy company.
She is outraged at the minimal chart placings her current material is doing, only topping the lists in places like "Andorra" "Sri Lanka" or (she shudders) "Democratic Republic of Congo". Her older material isn't doing much better.
Madonna slams her hands down on the table. "Why aren't people buying my music?!" She exclaims bitterly. "I'm giving them everything they want! Hot beats! Colours and lights! Sex appeal! What more can I do? I even risked my life for the ****ing British wankers!" The English profanity sounds forced in her fluctuating accent. She thinks back in horror to that mortifying evening, and rubs her neck surreptitiously.
The wardrobe team suffered dearly that night - their tortured screams soothed her beleaguered bones.
She returns to Twitter, to see the hashtag "No Sleeep" trending. Curious, she follows a link to view the newly released music video by Janet Jackson. The "Vogue" songstress scoffs, "Why do my failed contemporaries keep trying?" She wonders. "I thought I was rid of that exhibitionist banshee." She clicks play and turns up the speakers.
A cool slow beat fills the room, with smooth and sultry vocals filling the air. As Madonna watches Ms Jackson effortlessly pull off a sexy, classy and sophisticated atmosphere, her eyes widen into a seething glare, her brittle skin tightens and her enlarged cheeks flush.
Her daughter Lourdes, drawn by the pleasant music, enters the room, swaying her body in time with the beat. "Wow mom who is this? You're finally listening to good music for a change."
Madonna whips around. "Don't you have homework to do???" She screeches. "If I ever catch you listening to this narcotic harpy you'll be very sorry!"
Lourdes rolls her eyes and saunters out, taking out her phone to access the iTunes Store and add another sale to Ms Jackson's discography.
Madonna angrily shuts the browser and switches off the computer (successfully for the first time in weeks), storms over to the sofa and drops down onto it, draping a towel across her face to cool her down. As she tries to get the catchy earworm out of her head, one of her purchased African children timidly approaches her, asking for food. Madge sharply informs her that she may receive dinner from the chefs if the houseplants were sufficiently watered.
The real loser of this debate is katy, she waited months to throw some shade and now that nicki and taylor are cool she just looks like an idiot, poor acne
Had she kept quiet she would look as classy as Taylor did apololying to Nicki.
I said it yesterday my girl Katy took the L by showing she's pressed.
It's not fair.
all my shortieez" / "cha-chasin my kitty cat :P"
not even top 10 
