The quotes are most definitely necessary because let’s be real: most of that mess is barely recognizable as music. Kenya BeyonceFierce Moore has taken her place alongside a venerable host of budding musical talent boosted by the Real Housewives franchise.
Kenya Moore made a shitty song to go with the other shitty songs by these Bravo nobodies. You be the judge:
Not all of the Housewives’ songs are equally as bad. I’ve listened to them all so you don’t have to and here are the top five tracks least-likely to make you tear the ears off your own head.
Because she is the definition of hot mess right now. Ain’t she the oldest bitch in the club? She spends every episode acting like a high school chickenhead on the corner cutting math class. She better be glad this is Real Housewives of Atlanta and not Basketball Wives, because one of those birds woulda BEEN chopped this heffah up.
But then I stopped halfway through because it’s just not the same without broke-ass Sheree on there striving for relevance. I finally finished though and there’s a new heaux on the block I can direct all my vitriol towards: