So naturally as soon my to-do list becomes longer than Kim Zolciak's ratty hair extensions, I immediately try to find creative ways to procrastinate. And this morning's tomfoolery of choice was purging my iTunes Library. Why? Well because every once in a while, a girl's gotta delete some worthless Lloyd Banks nonsense to make room for some even more triflin' Key$sha crap on her iPod.
Don't judge me.
So anyhoo, in the midst of squandering precious periods of productivity, I came across an oldie-but-goodie that made me truly reflect on the type of music I've been shaking my behind to over the years: The Ying Yang Twins' single, Wait (a.k.a. The Whisper Song).
Yo, was this craziness really a chart topping song? Forreal? Profanity-laced lyrics hoarsely whispered by two men who I wouldn't want to shake hands with let alone "beat the pussy up"? SMH. I Can't.
*swandives into the shallow end of the pool*
Oh and the worst part? As SOON as I pressed play my hips involuntarily started to twerk a lil' something. Sigh. I hate myself.
Lord forgive us for our questionable musical taste. We know not what a dope beat will do. In the name of trashy hip-hop, stripper theme songs & the come-up of ugly men everywhere... Amen.