Hail Nicki, conspicuous witch, most emphatically unfake motherfucking monster, potion-mixtress, channeler of the feared dragon of the dungeon, serpent-enchantrix.
Nicki, Mirage-Maker, a hundred Sightless dunces can’t tell you nothing. May all those who see fit to offer you only the brine of the pickled cucumber find their arrogance turns to acid in their veins.
For it is true. We have heard about Nicki Minaj. When you are assertive, you are a witch.