Fuck all the naysayers. Baby girl brought the funk right up into the future. Bravo, by the way!

It's so dope, it gives me hope.

Oh. No. That made me rush to the You Tubes and cleanse myself with one of Gilles Peterson's insane mixes of random and obscure jazz, soul & rap. Ahhhh! Feels much better!

Well, there's always a handy book of matches a tad bit of baby oil (considering the couple had a baby in tow) light everything up, and viola! Popcorn and fun times! Oh, wait -

And please don't forget to consider the children. The Children of the Corn.

That just made me reach for my asthma inhaler.

I am a man, and right now I want to birth his children.

Well, she's pretty much half okay and half offensive.

Eeep, my Brooklyn Slip is showing!

Well, what can you expect from a total Gimmick Chick? I never understood why anybody would find her fascinating. Tired Black Girl Appropriating White Girl Appropriating Japanese Harajuku Style? Check. Tired Black Girl Jacking Beyoncé Style? Check. Trite junior high school level rhymes? Check. If she's going for that…

Oh heavens, NO!

House of Deréon. Never forget.

This is the Fine Young Cannibals that matters.