So I thought indie kids behaved with more class than the jocks and douches that they denigrate so passionately, the very act of which bestows upon them the status of "indie".*
I WAS WRONG, FUCKOS!
*What I mean is that indie kids are actually jocks and douches with record players.
I finally realized, after sixteen years of loving Wu, that Masta Killa isn't necessarily an expert at your demise. Instead, he destroys The Man, the slave master.
Not master of killers, but killer of masters. I mean, Killa of Mastas.