PPPSSsssss Fools Let me let you in on some shit, and let me keep it real for a minute
The Coldest Winter ever Is NOT some fucking high minded abstract Masterpiece

Nope
It sucks, it’s badly written, it has some of THE vilest stupidest lacking in redemptive qualities vapidest shittiest, sad Human Being characters EVER, and if you like that shit, Fine, admit it and Own it, just be prepared to be called a coon, or a simple bitch or whatever else for it cause you EARNED it by reading that piece of shit
Now Then, If you ain’t read that shit, I’ll give you a Most adequate review:
“The first part plays like a protracted rap video: Everything is fly and phat, Winter’s father spares his wife and daughters no luxury, and nothing is generic. Versace, Courvoisier, Chanel, Mokt — there are enough brand names to make Bret Easton Ellis proud. (Even her twin sisters are named Mercedes and Lexus.) But then the whip comes down in the form of young and hungry competitors and RICO-empowered federal agents. Winter’s father goes to jail, and her survival becomes the story. Then Sister Souljah herself turns up.
Winter’s reaction the first time she hears Souljah speak is typical: “How is this bitch supposed to help the community when she don’t know how to rock her shit? I checked her arm, no Rolex, not even a Timex, nothing. No weight on her neck, nothing. Her hairdo was phat but that don’t mean nothing when you don’t know how to accessorize.”
THAT should tell you how that hobaggery goes
>:-(
want more sample of stellar writing?? You shouldn’t but here:
“Brooklyn-born I don’t have no sob stories for you about rats and roaches and pissy-pew hallways. I came busting out of my momma’s big coochie…”
“For example, you see a good-looking nigga walking down the avenue, you get excited. You get wet just thinking about him. You step to him, size him up, and you think, Looks good. You slide you eyes down to his zipper, check for the print. Inside you scream, Yes, it’s all there! But then you realize he’s not wearing a watch, ain’t carrying no car keys, no jewels, and he’s sporting last month’s sneakers. He’s broke as hell. A bad bitch realizes that she has two options: (1) She can take him home and get her groove on just to enjoy the sex and don’t get emotionally involved because he can’t afford her; or (2) She can walk away and leave his broke ass standing right there. Having a relationship is out. Getting emotionally involved is out. Taking him seriously is out. If a bad bitch is extra slick she can keep this guy on the side for the good sex.”
People This cumbucketry was In a Book.
A Book Not written By Superhead or nothing!
This gets 4 Thumbs Down and 5 out of 5 Confused Jay Z Faces!

ANd trust, If I see you on the street, cozied up to this piece of Nigglature or you rave about it to my face, I’m gonna slap you, MARK MY WORDS
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