[smokingfrog]

When I was in the Army during POW (SEAR) training they played Grace Slick. (White Rabbit or Let it Go, I think). Nowdays, I'm sure they'd play some rap.

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MASTER P FEAT. SILKK, FIEND, MIA-X AND MYSTIKAL Make Em Say Uhh! [warning - uncensored] 1998

Cristal meets constipation!
A lot of ideas occur to people in the shower, but the hook for this Dirty South smash sounds as though someone thought it up on the toilet during a strenuous bowel movement: Master P and a small army of cronies groan “Unnngghhh” no fewer than 25 (!) times here. Rapping, P mumbles, falls behind an already wooden beat and is generally trounced by the phenomenally speedy Mystikal, who tries to pump some crunk back into the sinking ship with an eleventh-hour guest verse.

Worst Moment Each hook, which sounds like the “before” section of an Ex-Lax ad.

[This Just In]

This is too much. I’m not sure I want to assault the ears with what you’ve described. I wonder if postal workers are fond of this kind of “music”.

As Joni Mitchell once said concerning popular music, and I’m paraphrasing, they’ve taken the mus (muse) out and left the ic (ick).