It’s not uncommon for statements like such to roll from the tongue (yet, be entertained by the forbidden, well-hidden thought of) as, it is easier to spit and spew the disdain and disgust about such a thing (by force of history, heritage and social norm) than in life-it is to suffer the repercussion and consequences of rebelling against:
“Beyoncé, to me, doesn’t have a fucking ‘Purple Rain,’ but she’s the biggest thing on Earth. How can you be that big without at least one ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ or ‘Old Time Rock & Roll’? People are like, ‘Beyoncé’s hot. Got a nice fu(k|ng a&&”.’ I’m like, ‘Cool, I like skinny white chicks with big tits.’ Doesn’t really fucking do much for me.”
Musician/rocker Kid Rock (who as we all know) is the father of a bi-racial child as far back as his native Detroit humble beginnings is the owner of such of statement but be that as it may-that’s not to say that the mother of his couldn’t have been “skinny” [no] “nice fu(k|ng a&&”and “with big tits” (but certainly not white):
Welp. Go on and have at a little piece of history of proof that lends of my consistent assertion that 90% of people walk the talk they talk and the rest is a game of bust and catch me if you can:
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…Yep, there you have it-Kid Rock, rocking out to Beyonce.
Didn’t take long for states evidence to be found on Rock doing just what he claimed doesn’t “do much” him in his interview in the March issue of Rolling Stone: Moving (to Beyonce).
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