By request, here’s a track that is both a.) not in the Top 50 and b.) not even from 2010. (Well, technically it is, but Ghosts N Stuff predates this fine year of our Lord 2K10.) Those would be the only things “wrong” with this mashed-up masterpiece.
Take Deadmau5’s inescapable Ghosts N Stuff, which has been passed around more times than your sister.* Add Lil Wayne’s unhinged nasal braggadacio and you’ve got got yourself a dancefloor annihilator guaranteed to get everyone’s hands in the air and off your sister’s** ass.
This particular couplet never fails to make me grin like a grill-sportin’ fool:
Now, I’m the man around this motherfucker
I’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherfucker
* This, of course, does not refer to your sister, whose purity has never been assailed repeatedly at frat hourses, Bourbon Street, the supply closet, etc. Obviously this refers to other people’s promiscuous sisters (you know who you are) whose sexual partners are now nearing triple digits.
** Again, not your sister. We used the royal “your” to implicate specifically those people whose sisters have earned the nickname “Town Pump” or “Community Garden***.”
*** Because everyone’s deposited some seed there. It’s kind of a Biblical term. We’ve also heard “Cum Dumpster” bandied about, but that was from some known degenerates whose opinion is not to be trusted other than while attempting to purchase narcotics from said degenerates.
And don’t even think of bringing up politics or religion while making small talk during the weighing and packaging of said narcotics. There’s an hour-and-a-half of your life you won’t get back. An hour-and-a-half of non-drug-using life. Gun control discussions are pretty much the same kind of timesink only with the added dubious thrill of an impromptu display of loaded weapons by a coked-up, easily angered paranoiac in the “import/export” business.