I'ma be like a waffle cone that's drippin' down to the floor

Sup, y'all. This is Sasha comin' to you from the kinky side of Beyonce's brain. I pick up where BK's "ethics" and "strict, Christian upbringin" stop short. I'm the one with the freakum dress. I am Foxxy Cleopatra. And, yes, I did write "Suga Mama."

I just hit up the blog from the club to clear something up. Beyonce may say she feels "sorry" for the children of destiny, but those bitches didn't leave room on stage for my uninhibited flow. So they had to go. Time to leave the show. We ain't got room for you, no mo'.

Time to get back to the flo', but please direct any further questions or comments to sasha.gettin.bodied@gmail.com.