I long for a spinoff called "For The Death Of Ray J" where unless he writes a relevant or even remotely competent song that doesn't contain the "words": "shawty" or "gifts"
...he must enter an arena and fight to the death with another semi-celebrity riding the coattails of a more famous sibling (Brandy *cough* *cough* excuse me).
First challenge: Frank Stallone.
Or maybe Madonna's rapping brother.
(He once called himself M.C. Ciccone).
Next would be Billy Ray Cyrus (Achy Breaky Fart or something like that).
All you people out there who want to pretend like you didn't buy this album need to find a short pier and throw each other off into shark infested waters after coating yourselves with chum, his debut album went 9 times platinum (9 million records don't sell themselves) and he was nominated for a Grammy award, but now, (HA HA) who cares, no one because his daughter stole his shine, so now he's riding HER coattails...
Awww, her dad sold 9 million albums and she's worried about fitting in in Hollywood, just like we would if we went to a new scary place where everyone looks famous... I for one relate, thank goodness the DJ dropped my Jay-Z song.
One week after D.O.A. (Death Of Autotune) was released to record pools another song came out with a Jay-Z cameo and a sample of Marvin Gaye's voice, ran through an autotune. I guess Jay figured he could postpone the assassination for one last paycheck.
One week after D.O.A. (Death Of Autotune) was released to record pools another song came out with a Jay-Z cameo and a sample of Marvin Gaye's voice, ran through an autotune. I guess Jay figured he could postpone the assassination for one last paycheck.
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