Title: Give me a break
Product review: What is this trash? The question is: how many times can you scream the same meaningless lyrics to the same casio beat and still have morons line up to buy your record? Answer: I just don't know. "So you're up in the club, blah, blah, blah..." Who cares? How is this beneficial to anyone? How did this come to be such a phenomenon? Stiff ballcaps, pounds of (probably borrowed) jewelry, sports jerseys, a bunch of girls who just want to be on MTV dancing to this garbage... I'm lost. When did the requirement for real innovation or talent in order to sell a record go away. No idea. This freak with gold teeth made more money this year than any of his fans will in their entire lives. He's gotta be thanking the millions of mindless head bobbers, spastically jiving to such great lyrics as "yeah" and "what" for such an honor.
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