karnythia:

The Beatles: I’ve got somethin’ to say that might cause you pain. If I catch you talkin’ to that boy again. I’m gonna let you down. And leave you flat. Because I told you before. Oh, you can’t do that.

Led Zeppelin: Squeeze me baby, ‘til the juice runs down my leg. Squeeze me baby, ‘til the juice runs down my leg. The way you squeeze my lemon, I’m gonna fall right out the bed.

Guns n Roses: Police and niggers, that’s right. Get out of my way. […] Immigrants and faggots. They make no sense to me. They come to our country. And they’ll do as they please. Like start some mini Iran. Or spread some fuckin’ disease. They talk so many goddamn ways. It’s all Greek to me.

Nicki Minaj: Everybody wanna try to box me in. Suffocatin’ everytime they locks me in. Paintin’ they own pictures and they crop me in. But I wil remain where the top begins. Because I am not a word. I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined. I am not fly. I am levitation. I represent an entire generation. I hear the criticism loud and clear. That is how I know that the time is near. See, we become alive in a time of fear. And I ain’t got the motherfuckin’ time to spare.

Wow. I’m making a silent tally in my head of all the people who’ve mocked me / expressed astonishment over my ignorance where Guns n’Roses are concerned so that I can tell them all to fuck off.

(Source: naked-fame)