I don't get a lot of rap rammed down my throat in my life. I don't know why these people can't keep their mouths shut. Nobody cares if you don't like a thing unless they are in that moment asking you if you like it or not. Which I guarantee is not the case here.
I don't get a lot of rap rammed down my throat in my life. I don't know why these people can't keep their mouths shut. Nobody cares if you don't like a thing unless they are in that moment asking you if you like it or not. Which I guarantee is not the case here.
Their definition of rap is anything harder than the Ink Spots that's sung by a black person
Screamin' Jay Hawkins must have terrified these people out of their minds... oh wait, he did.
It is in my peripheral vision so I must complain.