Everyone Is Memeing Kourtney and Kim Kardashian’s Fight

At this point, most fans know that things have been pretty tense between Kourtney and Kim Kardashian for a while now. And though we previously got a brief look at a fight between them in an older teaser for the upcoming season of Keeping Up With the Kardashians, it appears as if things were way more intense than we initially thought.

Earlier today, the official KUWTK YouTube channel uploaded a new promo for season 18, in which the two can be seen getting into a pretty serious physical altercation after Kourtney throws a bottle at Kim and says, “I will fuck you up, you literal cunt.”

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And though Khloé can be seen trying to break up the fight, Kourtney and Kim continue to scuffle, which eventually leads to Kourtney slapping Kim’s face. Later in the teaser, Kim can also be seen yelling, “Just get the fuck out of here. I don’t even wanna see your fucking face,” to which Kourtney retorts, “I don’t want to be near your fat ass!”

Needless to say, it didn’t take long for the internet to start meme-ing the clip, with many users commenting on the dramatic nature of the fight.

“Damn, Kourtney slapped tf outta Kim,” as one user said, while another referenced Kourtney’s new lifestyle endeavor by writing, “so Kourtney gave Kim a gluten-free ass whoopin.”

Damn, kourtney slapped tf outta Kim 🥴 pic.twitter.com/mbvcP9yTW3

— ᴊᴀᴄxʟʙʏ ᴋᴇᴠᴀᴜɢʜɴ (@impalaviolet) March 24, 2020

so kourtney gave kim a gluten-free ass whoopin pic.twitter.com/tysGpdp39P

— STREAM CHILOMBO 🌋 (@spookysai) March 24, 2020

Meanwhile, others egged on Kourtney with commentary like, “… everyone happy Kourtney finally slapped tf outta Kim k. I mean it’s been a long time coming y’all forget she is Kim’s big sister!!! Yes sis!”

… everyone happy Kourtney finally slapped tf outta Kim k. 😂😂#KourtneyKardashian I mean it’s been a long time coming y’all forget she is Kim’s big sister!!! Yes sis! pic.twitter.com/gGcSSFL7oR

— Tanya.Kay (@tanya_tsarina) March 24, 2020

lol Kim been bullying the shit out of Kourtney. it was deserved. https://t.co/U46jv3Cd9a

— lilmaiflwr 🌺 (@StanleyDolphin) March 24, 2020

To add insult to injury though, others joked that Kourtney was “#TeamTaylor,” as a nod toward the rekindled feud between Kim and Taylor Swift that was recently spurred by newly leaked footage of Swift’s infamous call with Kanye West.

“Kourtney Kardashian leaked the footage and is a Swiftie, I won’t hear otherwise,” as one person wrote.

Kourtney Kardashian leaked the footage and is a Swiftie, I won’t hear otherwise pic.twitter.com/0rVMkuYm2P

— Scott 🧢 (@scottgayham) March 24, 2020

Kourtney said #TeamTaylor https://t.co/1UklAh30w9

— jeff (@huninut_) March 24, 2020

Season 18 of Keeping Up With the Kardashians premieres this Thursday but, in the meantime, watch the drama for yourself, below.

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New York Artist Clayton Patterson Responds to Taylor Swift’s “Welcome To New York”


Clayton Patterson made a stunning career out of documenting New York’s teeming downtown world in the ’80s. Lately, the artist has been threatening to move to Austria since the New York he once admired, lived in, and struggled against — with bonafide punks, bohemians, and outsider artists — is, in his eyes, gone. Now, he’s responded to Taylor Swift’s chipper love letter to a new New York with jarring clips of police brutality, raves, and bizarre happenings from the ’80s.

The New York that Taylor Swift has gotten to know in the short time that she’s served as the City’s ambassador glosses over anything that’s not inspiring and uplifting, which makes sense. Taylor Swift is trying to welcome tourists, not scare them off. And for what it’s worth, the New York City that Taylor Swift lives in probably really is a fairytale free of grit. As Vulture points out, when Taylor Swift does decide to explore the city in a twee dress with her cat in tow, she doesn’t stray very far from her $20M Tribeca apartment.

Even though there’s plenty of occasions for the City to be less than hospitable for those who aren’t rich and white, even Patterson himself admits that New York has changed, become corporate — almost validating Taylor Swift’s perspective. “The energy is gone. My community is gone. I’m getting out. But the sad
fact is: I didn’t really leave the Lower East Side. It left me,” he told the New York Times. But we’re not sure what Patterson is conveying here, in his Taylor Swift mash-up. Is he critiquing Taylor Swift’s simplistic view of NYC or is he only lamenting the New York “energy” of the 80s, even it’s darker tones, that he once loved and made work from?

Katie Tropp – Out Of Order Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Just call me Katie “Damaged Goods” Tropp
Because my Daddy tried to sell me off at the pawn shop
But they wouldn’t give him enough so he said “Aww f**k!”
“This stupid kid ain’t worth shit” so he left me in the dust
Now my mind is f**ked and I’ve been broken ever since
And it can’t be fixed this ain’t no temporary glitch
So I pick up my knife I’m on a mission for some throats to slit
I’ll start with Bruno Mars so I ain’t gotta hear his voice again
I’m goin’ in whatever that means
My mind is clouded because I smoke a lot of trees
Get on your knees and suck my D
I’ma f**k you in the face if you got a problem with me
How you gonna do that Tropp you ain’t got a dick?
I got a big black strap on that’s twelve inches
Get your gag reflex in order you little bitch
Cuz I’m just getting started and I ain’t about to quit!

[Hook]

Katie’s getting out of order
Mind’s not right don’t feel emotion
Too far gone I am corroded
You cannot fix what’s already broken!
Katie’s getting out of order
Order out of Katie’s getting
Katie’s getting out of order
Order out of Katie’s getting!

[Verse 2]

I ain’t your sweetheart ain’t no Taylor Swift
There’s nothing sweet about me except maybe my clit
Yeah you wish that you could have a lick
And see how many licks it takes for me to get
Off- track but you don’t know me like that
And you prolly never will because you’re phony and whack
When you f**kin’ talk all I wanna do is stab
Or rip your jaw right off then cram it up your ass
Ala-kazaam I get three wishes from Shaq
With the first wish I’d like for you to grant
Me is a never ending sack of weed
And no I still won’t share it with anybody
Now for wish number two, it ain’t World Peace
In fact I want the opposite straight Anarchy
Because what I’ma do with wish number three
Is make sure all the power belongs to me!

[Hook]

Katie’s getting out of order
Mind’s not right don’t feel emotion
Too far gone I am corroded
You cannot fix what’s already broken!
Katie’s getting out of order
Order out of Katie’s getting
Katie’s getting out of order
Order out of Katie’s getting!

Lil B – Billionare lyrics

[Verse 1]
The bitch look mad, you’re stressed out
I don’t give a shit, fuck her in the mouth
Bitch Mob niggas know what we about
Thank you BasedGod, fuck my bitch now
Everybody know the BasedGod fucked my bitch
I’m out in Detroit tryna hit a lick
Everybody know BasedGod fucked my bitch
Everybody scream “BasedGod fucked my bitch!”
[?] with that…
I own real estate, I own a… block nigga
BasedGod, I want a fat bitch
In Beverley Hills getting ratchet
Shout out to LA, them some real niggas
Yeah I still jerk and I kill niggas
I need a bad bitch right now
And tell that ho I need a hundred thou

[Chorus]
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod done fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch

[Verse 2]
And I buy hoes
Hundred thousand for a show, that’s just how it goes
Fuck my bitch BasedGod, I’m fat now
Pretty boys in this bitch, I’m getting racks now
I’m a OG, the whole 5’9″
What that mean bitch, tall as a glass of wine
Did you drink or did you get drunk?
Nigga do I look a fucking punk?
Do I look like I got jumped?
All these bitches look like Taylor Swift
Nigga play with me, get the whole K clip
Pulled out the ladder then I made him strip
Shout out to Richmond on that gangster shit
Shout out to Berkley on that gangster shit
Shout out San Francisco on that gangster shit
Wordwide Lil B, I’m on the map bitch

[Chorus]
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod done fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch

[Interlude]
Ay man we coming for these billions like I said mane. Hundred thousand for a beat. Hundred thousand for a feature. You feel me. Hundred thousand for a show. They don’t believe me? Go check, Ayy man tell ’em, we coming for the billions. Ayy man only billions man. Like I said man it’s your boy Lil B, we in this thang billionaire type

[Outro]
Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions
[?] Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. [?]

Sugarland – Babe (feat. Taylor Swift) lyrics

[Verse 1: Sugarland]
What a shame
Didn’t wanna be the one that got away, yeah
Big mistake, broke the sweetest promise
That you never should have made
I’m here on the kitchen floor
You call, but I won’t hear it
You said no one else, how could you do this, babe?

[Chorus: Sugarland & Taylor Swift]
You really blew this, babe
We ain’t getting through this one, babe
This is the last time I’ll ever call you, babe
This is the last time, this is the last time
This is the last time, I’ll ever call you babe

[Verse 2: Sugarland]
What a waste
Taking down the pictures and the plans we made, yeah
And it’s strange how your face doesn’t look so innocent
Your secret has its consequence and that’s on you, babe
I break down every time you call
We’re a wreck, you’re the wrecking ball
We said no one else, how could you do this, babe?

[Chorus: Sugarland & Taylor Swift]
You really blew this, babe
We ain’t getting through this one, babe
This is the last time I’ll ever call you, babe
This is the last time, this is the last time
This is the last time

[Bridge: Sugarland]
Since you admitted it, I keep picturing
Her lips on your neck, I can’t unsee it
I hate that because of you, I can’t love you
Babe
What a shame, didn’t want to be the one that got away
How could you do this, babe?

[Chorus: Sugarland & Taylor Swift]
You really blew this, babe
We ain’t getting through this one, babe
How could you do this, babe
This is the last time, this is the last time
This is the last time, I’ll ever call you babe

[Outro: Sugarland & Taylor Swift]
How could you do this, babe?
I’m here on the kitchen floor, you call but I won’t hear it
You said I’m no one else, we ain’t getting through this one, babe
I break down every time you call, this is the last time
We’re a wreck, you’re the wrecking ball
This is the last time, this is the last time
You said I’m no one else, this is the last time
I’ll never call you, babe

Taylor Swift – Gorgeous lyrics

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Ready for it – Taylor Swift lyrics

Lyrics Taylor Swift – Ready for it

Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
(Are you ready for it?)
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
(Are you ready for it?)

I see how this is gonna go
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze, lights down low
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No one has to know.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby
In the middle of the night in my dreams
I know I’m gonna be with you
So I take my time
In the middle of the night.

Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
(Are you ready for ittt?)
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
(Are you ready for ittt?)
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Spose – Good Luck With Your Life (Good Luck With Your Life Album)

[Verse 1]
And if you like this
My little sister didn’t write it, I wrote it myself
I been pretty handy, the hand I was dealt
Plus I rolled a couple blunts in the back with no help
And I been tweeting on my Twitter ’cause my schedule packed like bags before you go on vacation (Baggs)
Subway’s not pricey for me, ’cause I been collecting currency from conversation
My little sister never wrote my rhymes, but she should probably write yours
‘Cause the way that I been rapping, I should be elected captain
Eleven thousand, only cash in my shorts (that’s camo)
I’m the one that they looking out for (Iyem)
‘Cause my grind and my mind hardcore (ayup)
One pack, 2Pac, don’t goof off
Blow the roof off even if the show’s outdoors
And I’m not out of breath
Nah I’m still wrecking the words
Spose who the fuck they preferred
Repping the ‘burbs, worked my tail off
Voicemail box full like it had seconds and thirds
Used to have the swagger of a cripple but then swagger of a cripple made the crippled people feel empowered
So I’m feeling like the swagger of a much richer rapper
Motherfucker, when I’m stepping out the shower
In the mirror like "damn!"

[Hook]
Man I’m so awesome at life
I can’t help if I’m doing it right
I wish you good luck with your life
This shit is a fight, good luck with your life

[Verse 2]
You’re so terrible at music, I hope you don’t live a long life (that’s harsh)
It’s been like ten years since I ever rode around in my mom’s ride
Break the fire hydrant, take the dam out the river ’cause I’m on fire
Okay, let me pull my pants a little higher
Okay I specialize in amazingness, doing major shit, making haters quit
Your career looking like an alligator bit
I bet your favorite flavor’s dick
Later bitch, your mom wouldn’t say it’s lit
I’m feeling King Kong ape in this
I’m who the kids want, I’m their favorite
I only sing songs if I’m getting paid for it
Plus my ringtone was never Taylor Swift
And you make the shit that the people don’t buy
Think you’re dope, no you’re not dude don’t lie
Fuckin’ Spose, I know that I’m the bomb in Maine
I’m working while they’re hanging out like they were zombie brains
I’m feeling confident, I think I got to vent
I hope your feet get burned on hot cement
Fuck your mom, and your dad, and your grandma, and your grandpa
And your uncle and your aunt and them
I’m on stage like "damn!"

[Hook]
Man I’m so awesome at life
I can’t help if I’m doing it right
I wish you good luck with your life
This shit is a fight, good luck with your life

[Post-Hook]
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish you the best
I wish you the best, I wish you were up next, oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 3]
I wish you the best
But I wish me better (let’s go)
‘Cause I been grinding double-time
For the treasure but the pressure make it hotter than a fire in a sweater
I’m perspiring with effort over violins and measures
My retirement is never
Chase cheddar my requirement forever
I’m from Maine but I don’t hunt, or tote guns
But if the mic’s in my hand, I make it pop pop pop
So don’t be mistaken, I awaken and I try to make it to the top top top
Cause I been adamant, I been at it a little
Had a little wallet, now my wallet getting fatter in the middle
Man a rapper wanna borrow ten bucks, I was like "for what?"
To borrow my career so yours don’t suck?
It’s hot up in the kitchen, little boy don’t touch
Want a life this awesome? I’m like "good luck"
God damn

[Hook]
Man I’m so awesome at life (awesome)
I can’t help if I’m doing it right
I wish you good luck with your life
This shit is a fight, good luck with your life
Man I’m so awesome at life
I can’t help if I’m doing it right (I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish you the best)
I wish you good luck with your life
This shit is a fight, good luck with your life (I wish you the best, I wish your life would end)

[Bridge: Dave Gutter]
Can you show me the way back, where I’m sposed to go?
Can you show me the way back, where I’m sposed to go?
Can you show me the way back, where I’m sposed to go?
Can you show me the way back, where I’m sposed to go?

[Outro]
Are the crow, some people look as at… you know, a sign of bad luck, and he would come around the week before one of my neighbors would pass away. The first time, it was sitting on the side of my house, on my cable box, which I have a video of him, and that same week, my neighbor, on that side of the house, you know, to that side of the house, passed away. Not necessarily that they brought, you know, the death, like some cultures believe, but that they’re, they’re around to warn us and they come to warn us. I think every bird has a particular message to bring you, and, mhm, if you just keep in mind that… it depends on how you feel about the situation, then that’s really what counts, mkay?

HorseShoe Gang – Homeless Life (4 Brothers Album) letras

[Intro: Julius Luciano]
It’s hard to estimate the nation’s homeless population
So we shouldn’t add them into the equation
That’s what people think
See we shouldn’t wait for the Census Bureau to acknowledge them
We a part of them
A chain is only as strong as its weakest link
Before we reach the brink of destruction, we can reach an understanding
At least I’m wishing we would
Its aight, I’m a bum too
By which i mean B.U.M
A Brother Unfairly Misunderstood
#truestory

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
Yo, where I’m from the have-nots feel like refugees
With no refuge, I’m trapped, who’s gonna rescue me
All of my life I’ve been caught in this fight
I’m in a boxing ring, no referee
As a child I was homeless, wait let me strike a scene
Eleven years old, been in these scary streets for weeks
With one parent, my family portrait never been complete
I’m asking every pedestrian to spare some sympathy
They stare as if I reek of excrement
They speak so arrogant and keep
Their distance as if they can’t bare the stench of me
They scared as if I reach, and steal their shit
But I’m innocent. Never been a thief
Can’t spare a cent to me
Embarrassment’s the least of my concerns
What to do now?
Me and my family stuck on the ground
Stomach is starting to rumble and growl
Clenching it tight to muffle the sound
Starting to feel like a stray dog
But at least they get picked up by the pound
Down on my luck, no luck to be found
I pray to God, looking up in the clouds

[Hook 1: Julius Luciano]
A young nigga with no place to go, and you can see I’m homeless
Switch the "m" for a "p", and now I’m hopeless
I’m losin’ my mind
How will I focus?
Where will I go?
Where will I go?
Feels like I’m walking round aimlessly
I’m so lost, feels like I’ve lost days of sleep
As I fall, to my knees, somebody pray for me
O woah
Where will I go?
Where will I go?

[Verse 2: Kenny Siegel]
In case you wonder why I don’t mind stunting
A skeeting for an hour has been a long time coming
I was a little nigga, who was homeless
Who’s empty pockets needed a fill-up
But I wasn’t approached by a Drummond
Live or cats got killed for kicks and bass
Nope not drumming
Talking low-tops and coke rocks from know-nots dumbing
.45 busting
Wasn’t old enough to go job-hunting
Standing 4’5" hustling
Picture that like camera-men
Our society is garbage
If home is where the heart is
This is why I’m heartless
This is why I’m starving
Flashbacks of raindrops drizzling while your dark bitch
Sitting by the park bench
Like this is my apartment
This is why my bars sick
Their darker than the tar-pit
I should feel like I’m carsick
From so much drive, fuck them haters who mouth-run
Failure is an option, not just a possible outcome

[Hook 1: Julius Luciano]
A young nigga with no place to go, and you can see I’m homeless
Switch the "m" for a "p", and now I’m hopeless
I’m losin’ my mind
How will I focus?
Where will I go?
Where will I go?
Feels like I’m walking round aimlessly
I’m so lost, feels like I’ve lost days of sleep
As I fall, to my knees, somebody pray for me
O woah
Where will I go?
Where will I go?

[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
Ok. This is real talk shit
Sleeping on the park bench
Starving as darkness falls
And we all kids
Talking to God, saying we drowning
Where’s our ship?
Noah’s Ark departed without us
Now we got this hardship
No apartment, car, or house
And now my savage heart gets
Darker than the darkness
Now this cat is heartless
I’m praying for some brighter days so I can talk shit
I’m waiting on my father’s grave so I can hauk spit
All of my aunts disowned us
And now we all alone plus
They called the law on us
To throw us off in a foster home
Cuz we never had a home to call our own
But y’all can go suck our fucking dicks you fucking bitches
Now that we all are grown up
I’m trying to buy a house and a childhood
Ask me for a handout, I wish thou would
If you ain’t been through what I been through, then I don’t trust you
If you ain’t struggled, then hustled, nigga fuck you

[Hook 2: Kobe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Our father, who are in heaven
Hope you hear me, man these streets are crazy, yeah
Our father, hope you hear me
I know you see me
Man this is all I got, okay?
This is all I got, okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 4: Andrew ‘Dice’ Dinero]
I’m from a place where enemies keep Glocks exploding
So I burn beef like pots without non-stick coating
Watch the profit you clock, or your guap get stolen
Protect yourself at all time, I don’t mean cops and Trojans
Cops patrolling and raiding shit
Niggas without electricity get it turned on themselves, Raiden shit
You gotta have a strong will to escape the shit
Cause success is related to Will, like Jaden Smith
I’m married now, the hustle-games’ my bitch
Dedication is the anchor that holds down a relationship
I told her ‘You Belong With Me’, Taylor Swift
Persistence is a virtue, like patience is
My niggas trying to get major rich, selling green plants
Selling out the Garden, like when major teams play the Knicks
I’m from where niggas end up in jail or the morgue
Fallen soldiers live by, and fell by the sword
Them hammers hit everything except nails through a board
People hollering bout college, but you’ll (Yale) get ignored
Hustler’s got no Focus, so to hell with a Ford
People pushing whips, you wonder who the hell could afford
More souls get sold than Hell could afford
Cops watching everything, but fail to record
Police brutality, these streets is Amity-Ville
I see calamity, what I speak is actually real
I’m speaking candidly, I need a piece of sanity
But I’m trying to feed my fam, even if people have to be killed
Real recognize real if you don’t seem familiar
If the truth hurts, then what I speak will kill ya
Life is hard, in fact, damn right unfair
But I’m a winner nigga, damn right fuck yeah
I’m living like I don’t have one care
But I’m a stay drawn until I’m roommates with the Man upstairs
Kobe sing

[Hook 1: Julius Luciano]
A young nigga with no place to go, and you can see I’m homeless
Switch the "m" for a "p", and now I’m hopeless
I’m losin’ my mind
How will I focus?
Where will I go?
Where will I go?
Feels like I’m walking round aimlessly
I’m so lost, feels like I’ve lost days of sleep
As I fall, to my knees, somebody pray for me
O woah
Where will I go?
Where will I go?