Worst Rapping. Just the Worst.

This has to be the least artful metaphor I have heard in my life.

If I was an old school, fifty pound boombox (remember them?)
Would you hold me on your shoulder, wherever you walk?
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops
And crank it higher every time they told you to stop
And all I ask is that you don’t get mad at me
When you have to purchase mad D batteries
Appreciate every mixtape your friends make
You never know we come and go like on the interstate

Congratulations Gym Class Heroes and Travis McCoy. And a special shout-out to Adam Levine, continuing to milk his talents for the last drop of mediocrity. Lord, it’s just awful.

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