Album Notes

You wanna talk about horseshit? This "masterpiece" is everything you would expect. 29, count 'em 29 tracks of pure bullshit. Don't get me wrong, it's not like some of the songs ain't good and all, but goddamn is an album like this REALLY necessary? Of course not.

And neither is any of the other Top 40 horseshit we're all forced to hear an agonizing number of times on a daily basis. For real y'all, the only regret Executive Producer NNMaddox has about this album is the fact that he didn't lampoon that awful Nelly Furtado and her recent crop of horrible dance/pop songs.

The best thing about this album is the fucking artwork, seriously. It rocks out with its cock out. And for you stoner kids, there's all kinds of anthems you might dig on here. Or maybe you fucking won't. It's not like very much of you understand NNMaddox's vision. But that's what makes his ass so goddamn legendary and you a pathetic jackoff desperately seeking the approval of wretched douchebags on television, movie screens, and arena stages across the world.

Wise up, fuckfaces. Maybe this album IS necessary after all. It's kinda like Snoop Dogg said on Dr. Dre's 1992 masterpiece The Chronic: Eazy-E, Eazy-E, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick, Tim Dogg can eat a fat dick, Luke can eat a fat.....dick.

And so can you!