The Khalil Amani Reader

Hip-hop/Spirituality/Freethinking. Speaking for all underdogs!

Kat Stacks: A Vagabond in the Earth!

Kat Stacks: A Vagabond in the Earth!
By Khalil Amani

Remember the biblical story of Cain and Abel? How Cain killed his brother Abel and God cursed him to become a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth—a pariah—an outcast? God “set a mark” upon Cain “lest any find should kill him?” (Genesis 4)

Enter Kat Stacks.

A pseudo—quasi—hip-hop personality who’s taken the “Superhead Archetype” into the exosphere! Her meteoric rise to hip-hop infamy came as the result of being the kiss fuck-and-tell—whore of all whores—a scorned woman—every player’s worst nightmare—a dirty, lowdown, no-good, salacious and licentious woman, a Jezebel, which the hip-hop world has never seen.

(Unrepentant prostitute Kat Stacks... Hip-Hop's Cain & Delilah)

Unlike Karrine “Superhead” Steffens, who traded in a life of being some rappers favorite jump-off, by, supposedly having a head-game fellatio technique that rivals legendary porn star Linda Loveless by writing a book and non-maliciously tactfully exposing the rap industry and the doggish ways of rappers and their entourages—Kat Stacks is just a misguided wannabe celebrity who’s playing a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse.

If you live in Miami or Atlanta and you’re a rapper, beware!

Kat Stacks is putting these rappers on blast like it’s nobody’s business! She stalks them. She befriends them. She fucks them—and then she finds the smallest—minutest—infinitesimal—microcosmic of excuses to put them on blast, using her favorite Internet tool——all in a contrived and concerted effort to become famous. Her way of doing shit modus operandi is to give us, the voyeurs of this fuckery, her conquest’s phone number, prompting a rapper to have to change his number.

Rappers are dropping like flies by this modern-day Delilah, who's sapping the star-power from them and leaving them limp, mortal and human—Fabolous, Nelly, Jim Jones, Choppa City, Bow Wow, Joe Budden, Game’s Black Wall Street, Lil Wayne (who paid $1200 for some stank) and the whole Young Money crew (Gudda Gudda, Lil Twist and dem).

Kat Stacks gives us the goods on these rappers. If they stink (Jim Jones), Kat Stacks is gonna tell it! If they have a small tallywacker (Lil Twist), Kat Stacks is gonna embarrass them. Kat Stacks is like a Black Widow or a Brown Recluse, who blends in to its surroundings, gets close to its prey and strikes without warning. Her looks are the bait!

Let’s keep it real! Some of ya’ll be hatin’ on Kat Stacks’ appearance, like she’s some fugly woman. The girl is pretty! She’s an exotic, statuesque, Venezuelan femme fatale that be catching the eyes of your favorite rapper. Why else would so many rappers be caught up in her web of deception?

(Kat Stacks. I see why rappers fall for her, but after the game is reveal...)

(Have you seen her mother? A beautiful M.I.L.F. who can get the business from this 50 year old horn-dog any day of the week!) Kat’s got killer jugs (even if she had to buy them). She’s light-skint (like a lot of black men like their women). She’s got a thin waist, a phat ass and long hair. Again! Keep it real! She ain’t hard to look at! As much of a whore as she is—many of you would throw handcuffs on her and wife her! Yes you would! The only thing that’s ugly on her is that voice; “I’m Kat Stacks bitch!” Voice is as irritating as fingernails on a blackboard! Just shut the fuck up and blow me!

(Kat Stacks and her hottie Latina mother on right)

For her devilish deeds, Kat Stacks has become “Cain-esque.” She is our modern-day Cain—the scourge of the hip-hop world, whose “mark of whoredom” should prevent “any (rapper) from finding her” secret spot and killing her. She can hardly go out these days without being accosted by the entourages of some of these rappers. She’s been bitch-slapped senseless and bum-rushed by girls and made to publicly apologize for dissin’ folk. Like the people that she disses, they put this shit on camera to make a mockery out of this girl.

Somebody’s gonna really fuck her up and I wouldn’t be surprised if we read that she was found dead in a dumpster; dismembered and beheaded. How and why would she go out of her way to fuck these ignant rappers and then talk about it? She’s asking for the inevitable! Death!

Let them tell it—the Illuminati might wanna see Kat Stacks if she exposes any upper echelon hip-hop royalty. (Run Jay-Z, run!) Street justice ain’t nothin’ to fuck with!

After two runs-in with rapper crews, KS still doesn’t get it. After three chicks ran up on her and made her apologize, she put out a video challenging any one of them to run up on her mano-a-mano. She's been caught slippin’ on two occasions that we know of. At the rate she’s going someone is going to kill her before the New Year and I don’t wish death on my worst enemy! (Well, maybe one or two shit-stains)

Andy Warhol said, “…In the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes." This girl is on her sixteenth minute! As voyeuristic as I am (and most of you!), I don’t wanna see this chick dealt some real karma street justice. It’s time for Kat Stacks to take her “fifteen minutes of fame” and melt into the background and chase that book deal she’s been talking about.

Someone in her circle. Please, please pull that girl’s coattails and get her some help! She’s a prostitute, an alcoholic, a druggy, and a bad mother who needs the people around her to help her and support her and stop enabling her to act like a slut. For once, forget about the lure of fame and money and do the right thing before it’s too late.

Somehow, I think it’s already too late. (SMH)

As an advocate for gay hip-hop heads/rappers—as a proponent for women and their right to use their bodies as “art” (as in sckrippers & video vixens & porn stars)—as a friend of the whore, who has existed in the human family from time immemorial—Kat Stacks, if you’re reading this, I implore you to stop what you are doing! Nothing good can come from your continued disrespectful “outings.” Are you gonna wander the earth like Cain or be the Prodigal Daughter and return to your true righteous self—one of the Queens of the Universe and Mother of All Living? Come, my sister, and stop playing the role of the harlot (whore). God has something better for you if you accept Him/Her in your life.

To all my rappers, the Bible clearly speaks to the ways of the prostitute and how she can knock you off your game.

Proverbs 7:1-27 Beware of the Prostitute!

Say to wisdom, You are my sister; and call understanding your kinswoman: That they may keep you from the strange woman [prostitute], from the stranger which flatters with her words [You so cute! I love your music!]. …I looked through my casement, and beheld among the simple ones [stupid-ass rappers], I discerned among the youths, a young man void of understanding. Passing through the street near her corner; and he went the way to her house. In the twilight, in the evening, in the black and dark night: And, behold, there met him a woman with the attire of a harlot [prostitute, ho, skank], and subtle of heart. (She is loud and stubborn; her feet abide not in her house [bitch stays in the club every weekend!] Now is she without, now in the streets, and lies in wait at every corner [she sees you coming]. So she caught him, and kissed him, and with an impudent face said to him, I have peace offerings with me [da poonanny]; this day have I paid my vows. Therefore came I forth to meet you, diligently to seek your face, and I have found you. I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt. I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon [I changed those nasty cum-stained sheets from my last trick]. Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning [let’s fuck till the sun comes up! And you thought R. Kelly came up with that six-in-da-mornin’ line] …With her much fair speech [her mack-game was on point] she caused him to yield, with the flattering of her lips she forced him. He goes after her straightway, as an ox goes to the slaughter, or as a fool to the correction of the stocks; Till a dart strike through his liver [Till she’s blast your business on and]; as a bird hastens to the snare [trap], and knows not that it is for his life. Listen to me now therefore, O you children, and attend to the words of my mouth. Let not your heart decline to her ways. Go not astray in her paths. For she has cast down many wounded: yes, many strong men have been slain by her [She’s a career killer!]. Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death. (Proverbs 7:1-27)

All parties have been warned!

Views: 968


You need to be a member of The Khalil Amani Reader to add comments!

Join The Khalil Amani Reader

© 2021   Created by Khalil Amani.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service