When working in the creative industry you learn it’s all a small incestual family full of love/hate relationship’s and stupid BS fight’s. Trust me friends I have many, enemies are…well, my gossiping friends. It all add’s up to be a small world.
And Lady Gaga and Lana Del Rey are two of those people. These two lovely song diva’s were friends back in 2009 when they were young hopefuls in NYC. Drinking, carousing and beating up random strangers were a few of their favorite activities. Now, both are making millions and rocking the pop world, Lana has a beef with young Stefani. No, it’s not her horrible taste in men (I mean Uncle Terry’s really?), or even her black ‘like my soul’ perfume. It’s just that she’s not ‘So Legit’. And she’s not taking her high falootin’, fancy shamncy, couture girl persona, without taking her down a notch.
Here’s a leak of Lana Del Rey’s dis song for Stefani. I guess you never can forget where you came from, unless a couple of martini’s are involved, of course.
You were the freak king of the piercing shop
All the girls thought they could sing, but they’re really not, shit
I don’t get it
You’re looking like a man, you’re talking like a baby
How the fuck is your song in a Coke commercial, crazy
I don’t get it
Your taste once exquisite
What happened to Brooklyn? What happened to New York
What happened to my scene? What happened to punk rock, rock
You called me the queen of the downtown scene, babe
How the fuck would you go switch it up and then replace me
I don’t get it, I’m so legit
Tell me, was it ’cause I wasn’t platinum in jewels?
That perhaps you thought I was a little bit even uncool
Kid, was that it?
Stefani, you suck, I know you’re selling twenty million
Wish they could have seen you when we booed you off in Williamsburg
You’re hurt, I know my words don’t hurt, yeah
Oh, girl, I see you walking ’round in your pearls
Thinking that you’re number one
You’re so funny, ’cause honey, you’re not
What happened to Brooklyn, the last frontier
They said you could make it anywhere if you can make it here
But where, no magic in the air
What happened to Brooklyn? What happened to our scene, baby?
Have we all gone Gaga crazy?
Remember when the streets used to be dangerous and we were born bad
And we were born bad?
Punk rock, punk rock
The boys used to punch each other in the face and girls were walking around wasted
And everyone had a good night, come back in sunlight
Punk rock, rock, rock.