I know next to nothing about the “singer” Nicki Minaj. Driving in the car, I heard the song “Pound the Alarm.” Frankly, I couldn’t figure out what she was saying (not singing.) Sounded like something about prostitution. I found the lyrics on-line:
Doe, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them
Some call me nicki, and some call me roman
Exkeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza
Just snap it and I be my own sneaker
Sexy, sexy that's all I do
If you need a bad b-tch
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little many skirts is out
I see some good girls, I'mma turn 'em out
Some call me nicki, and some call me roman
Exkeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza
Just snap it and I be my own sneaker
Sexy, sexy that's all I do
If you need a bad b-tch
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little many skirts is out
I see some good girls, I'mma turn 'em out
What a great little song, I thought. How wonderful that our culture glamorizes sex slavery. But, then, I guessed that Minaj's influence reigned mainly in the hip-hop and rapper world; she couldn't have much of a kid following. After all, most of her lyrics were labeled: Explicit! Then a looked a little deeper. Barbie released a Nicki Minaj version of their popular children's toy. Beyond crazy...
