Ye ye ye. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. You got this yeezy – you on fleek – you best – you god. Pray for Paris – pray for the parents. Ye. Yeezy back. We back and we back and we back. Ain’t nothing like the front page news – sweet smellin’, good yellin’ news, and everybody knows I’m a motherfuckin’ monster. His eyes…
What was that, ye? Come back ye. Be strong ye. Lost your mom, ye. Yeah, ye know. Yeah, ye home. ‘Member goin’ up them gold stairs? ‘Member staring at that orange hair? We back and we back and we back. Ain’t nobody gonna ‘spect this. Hand small and cold like a dead fish…
Ye head in the game ye. C’mon, they’ll learn your name ye. So tonight when I see Kimmy, it’s all good. Lemme back in the bed back in the hood back in the good graces of her lord the Pussy. Yes please mm gushy yes please. What was it he said? We have a lot in common, Ye, you know?
Naw don’t give yourself that guilty shit. That filthy shit. That enragement of the filthy rich. ‘Cuz we back and we back and ye back. Thass’ right. Every leopard change his spots. I go into the gold so I come up black. Cuz we back and we back and-
Naw forget about those bright eyes. That charm that smell that cologne those ties, expensive pants, he the man, see? Ma disappointed in me? Tell her, I just got anointed D. News media round the world report on me. My face on MTV. Went into Best Buy have me on every screen. Doesn’t matter that he was obscene. Doesn’t matter that he – he told me that he learned from me.
Who you say been sucking D? When once on NBC, Michael standing next to me, I spit game for free. I was the abomination of Obama’s nation? Bitch, I CHANGED the conversation. Gold hair gold rims gold LIFE! I don’t even need my fucking wife. The strife the gripes, leaving my house late at night, think I better do another line.
Because fame? Fame’s your NAME. With fame you can do anything, ye. You can even get it up again D. Seeing your face on that TV, admit it, you got hard. Ye ye ye, running for life, president 2024, don’t even worry if the world is sore gonna get it back for sure gonna see you on that shore CAN WE GET MUCH HIGHER? SO hiiiighih. And dam this coke is pure. And I don’t want her back for sure. She can call me jerk for sure and I can call her bitch for short after one more snort. Crank it ye! Turn the volume up on that TV. Snort another line for free – Wooo! Snowy top mountains of Chicago wooo! We never gonna die. President 2024 too!
What he said? Making bread? We want the same thing. A platform. Immortality. I can give it to you, my friend, for free. I can wrap it up and hand it to you my friend, for free. You like pussy? I’ll give you pussy. So much pussy, you’ll be rolling in pussy, GRAB that pussy, Kim will smell the pussy from the Hollywood hills while her tits rot off.
What’s that? I was the abomination of Obama’s nation – fuck you I’m playing the inauguration. 2024 Pence / West for shore. Forget about mama, forget about Kimmy, Bob Cratchit, Tiny Timmy forget about when he said Mexicans was shifty, risky, tipsy, raping, motherfucking tape me I’m gonna blaze, see, they all gonna know me on the same ticket, he said, in 8 years you come after me. No ‘publicans, no democrats, there’s power Ye. Power. You want it? You don’t even know ye. I’ll show you, ye. I’ll show you ye. He said-
C’mon Ye get it together snort it together snort it up better Kimmy come back I call her later tomorrow mommy don’t look at me get it together ye but those eyes jaundiced yellow cheeks sallow small clammy hands bald head flakes and eyes was looking into me touching me all over me greasing me… power ye c’mon, FUCK! Power YE power power power YE I think I’ll do another line, what do I see?
My reflection on the TV screen?
Shut up MOMMY its power ye fuckin’ illuminati ye! In my moment of clarity I don’t want sincerity. Signed sincerely, me.
Written by Sam Gibbs. Illustration by Jeremy Daly.
Article that was inspiration: http://www.cnn.com/2016/12/14/politics/kanye-west-donald-trump-john-legend-meeting/index.html