Beyonce Knowles-Carter and husband Shawn rented Paris’s Louvre museum so they could take a series of elaborate selfies in front of art they ignored — just like every other witless tourist.
Beyonce Knowles-Carter and husband Jay-Zed
Came up with a crummy new number that’s totally dead.
They shot the whole thing at the Louvre
I supposed they had something they needed to prouvre
With their witless, repetitive grouvre
They rap without moving their lips
To a lame, soggy beat that will not move your hips
They claim that they cannot believe they have made it
Is that why the whole thing is such dreadful dogshit?
They pose and don’t move before timeless artworks
They don’t look at, the ignorant, philistine jerks
Mess of selfies just like every dumb tourist
In front of the art they don’t look at — they not purists
Instead they noisily brag about all of their money
It’s crass, déclassé, kind of dumb, unintentionally funny
Beyonce’s gender-fluid, hermaphrodite — is that impolitic?
What other conclusion to her saying, “Get off my dick”?
You’ll notice Jay Zed in this video does very little
Just stands there, unmoving and mute; he’s quite non-committal
Then outside the Louvre, by I.M. Pei’s big tetrahedron
He finally deigns to attempt to get some kind of “rap” on.
Alas, it fails miserably, stupid rhymes so lame and droopy
And his meter is absent, arrhythmic and thoroughly...poopy.
For an unknown reason, he stands on a fake pony statue
And babbles more stupid, lame bullshit — not to you, but at you.
Then it’s back to his missus who wiggles or clumsily stands
In front of great art, name-checking luxury brands
And brags about having a wretchedly blinding hangover
Until, at long last, the horrid thing’s finally over.