What are you some kind of black radical out of the sixties? ...And baby...
What are you some kind of black radical out of the sixties? ...And baby...
No baby, I'm just laughing at what a spoiled brat you sound like. I've met your kind in the check-out line in grocery stores. Screaming, yelling and demanding their candy. Go home, your opus is lousey and we're all laughing at you.