Don’t make babies to this song. The babies you make to it will either be born pimped out playalistic purp sippin monsters or Ron Artest after a little too much Henessey at half time. I don’t know if those two things are really that different, but I also don’t know if you want either. Roll the dice to this one at your own risk. Brain melting.
You know what? It can’t be all love. Play these in succession and maybe your baby to be will have a chance.
Spotted at RNT.