BEYONCE IS 25 AND A GIANT DRAG QUEEN

Beyonce’s B’Day is, as I have noted more extensively over in my Urge blog, a John Waters/Charles Busch-worthy sexual awakening-slash-transformation of a woman into a drag queen, which other people might term “diva.” But the real (not real) question is as follows. In the rap on “Kitty Kat,” which is growing on me despite producer Pharrell faxing it in, Beyonce shouts our friend SMITTY and his amazing, still-my-party-jam drunk-sober-or-sleeping “Diamonds on My Neck.” (Fits nice with “Hustlin” but he’s loads better than Rick “Emphysema” Ross at articulating a hook: WHERE MY WHERE MY Gs AT? Also, in case you are a denizen of Coma Towne, Swizz Beats has *owned* the last two or so years. ) So will his next mixtape track bring the metatude full circle and reference Beyonce’s reference of his single? FILM AT FUCKING ELEVEN!!!