Title: Blame God
Product review: This is one of those albums that make you curse God for ever creating a thing called music. Durst should be put to sleep for ever calling himself a musician. This is the extend of his lyrics (say these to yourself in such a high pitched voice that your throat strains and hurts and you'll sound exactly like him): WHY YOU WANNA HATE ME!?! GET THE F UP! CHOCALATE STARFISH!! WHY YOU WANNA HATE ME? WHY's EVERYBODY PICKING ON ME? WHY YOU WANNA HATE ME?!? CAN'T WE JUST GET ALONG? YOU SAY SOMETHING BAD ABOUT ME I'LL HIT YOU!
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