Chris Brown insists that his crude ramblings about how to treat a woman were not about Rihanna.
While partying at Emerson Theatre in Hollywood on March 7, Brown went off on a rant many presumed was about Rihanna. He grabbed the DJ’s mike and told the guys in the audience how to handle their women. “You gotta say that one thing to her, and I made this s**t up,” he said. “‘Don’t make me have to tell you again, that that’s my p****y baby! It is mine, baby, babe, mine. So you better not give it away!’” He added that they should make sure their “b***hes” know who’s boss.
But the 23-year-old singer claims Rihanna had nothing to do with it.
Outside Lure nightclub in Los Angeles over the weekend, TMZ caught up with Brown to ask about the rant. “It’s a song … it’s a song … that’s all it is,” he said, laughing, before getting into an SUV.
Folk has never had a STD in Folk’s penile uninary track, but listening to this fool has to be like pissing out a kidney stone in an inflamed STD infected penis soaked in 32 year old scotch.
Listen Breezy [grabs da mike] “Yo DJ Slaus’n bawlznyodrank! drop the beat!”
“b!tchazzn—ghas always sanging ’bout owning pu$$y and how to handle women”
“b!tchazzn—ghas nothing more than typical boys wanting to be real men”
“insecure fvkcers who hit and beat women in order to subvert through fear and intimindation
because of the byotch azz child inside is shivering and shaking at real world revelations
that they cannot survive or measure up to what is expected or required
so instead they beat down physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually transpires
the soul to surrender and give up to the wounds of this so call love that hurts
so bad that it becomes a twisted nightmare of beloved torture just to feel spurts
of “something” even though it is rage instead of feeling the emptiness
that you have instilled into your victim, a shell enshrouded in your stress
because you have nothing to give and you hurt inside because you are still
shivering and shaking inside because you fail to deal, to man up to feel
the reality of the world that you refuse to face like a man standing up
so Chris Breezy when you get that emotional self serving dick out your azz holla at your boy! “What’s up!”
gonna pour this bleach up your azz and light it on fire!
Feel this energy coursing up yo’ bawlz from da ‘lectric wire!
get drunk off this piss in yo’ mouth cause we gon take you higher!
cause we all know this is really what you byotch azzn–gas desire!
feel the fire as we go higher and hi—-gh—–er!
“To da bridge motherfvckers!!!!!!!”
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Byotch azz byotch azz byooootch!!!! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
[Repeat Chorus and bridge and fade]
But this just a song though. Folk gotta go to sleep.