Beyonce for sure. I'll employ the ancient arts of master cunnilingus techniques that would have her convulsing like she's being exorcised by some African witchdoctor. Then she fall in love me and then she buy me a car or some shoes and then you guys will see me on the front cover of National Enquirer, throwing up the peace sign for yall while I have my arm around her, laughing. Laughing at you because you'd be jealous of my new found fame and fortunes. you fitlhy, envious, bitches, why can't you just be happy for me?