Man, I love ODB as much as anybody, but this record is like four great songs with a bunch of bad ghetto Hee Haw skits. It's like he spent his whole advance, then did the entire album the day before the A&R guy was showing up to pick up the masters to be mixed down by somebody who wasn't a Wu-filliate. I give ODB credit for that, because fuck deadlines and responsibilities and motherfuckers putting stifling ass demands on you all the time, but still, it makes for a shitty record to listen to sometimes if you're not in the mood. Plus, I'm sick of explaining weird sexual shit to my kids because of this, though the "fragile as eggs" thing gets a laugh even though they don't know what it all means completely. At least I hope they don't.
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