Joy Reid I Need An Interview

Was hitting the princess of Scotland with these 9 inches, she's Madonna privileged, killed the King then told the Queen to bow down & handle her business, she left me with globs of saliva all over my genitals, ran through all them Kardashians now I'm tryna hit all them broads on that Tyler Perry show called Sisters, parked the Land Rover behind the Fisker, condo down in Coconut Grove you know money was never the issue, Louis Vuitton wash clothes with the Saint Laurent toilet tissue, Pac was before his time & Ms.. Afeni we miss you, rolling dice with some Hindu's while envisioning Hitler praying to Vishnu, watching wicked sorcerers walking on water from Timbuktu to Katmandu, while witches prostrating in woo-do circling the Kaaba doing Voodoo, these bitches cold but fashionable like a Chanel sign on an igloo, her p*ssy smells like polar Bear shit mixed with Penguin boo boo, federal nightmares these crackers got me coming home in two thousand thirty two, it was covid, we was sitting in the hole getting two phone calls a month out in Yazoo, flights to Oklahoma just to sit for a month or two, you being optimistic but your lawyer and the Court of Appeals had already prematurely predicted another view, realizing Donald Trumps the only convicted felon that can do what he do, criminals convicting criminals, but Kamala wasn't convicting those criminals that convicted me but yet you want me to vote 4 you, MSNBC Joy Reid I need an interview.