God bless the man who knocked House Mother Kanye‘s period on.
In promotion of his latest album ‘No Fats, No Femmes’ (now available on iTunes and inside heaven’s gift shop) HMK has been serving freshmen year Whitley Gilbert in a bid to convince all that he is the baddest past, present and future bitch to tip around campus.
As someone pointed out on Twitter recently, HMK’s delusions of grandeur would make bomb-ass social media bios, and his most recent interview with W Magazine is no exception. I hugged myself and laughed like Ray Charles several times.
That bitch is on one.
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