Marijuana heightens a couple's erotic activity on "Diddy Rock."

Comedy. Gold.

Press eject.

Memo to Dobson: Teens don't buy CDs anymore.

I would rather get a prostate exam by an irate scorpion than listen to a Focus on the Family approved CD.

Sure. How dare any rapper articulate an inflated sense of their own importance!

If you don't like to read, skip this article.
Otherwise, check it yo. Nick Hornby breaks down an earlier Diddy release:

The eponymous first track (the title, as it happens, of the first track on the Jagged Edge album, a coincidence indicative of the general level of self-mythologizing going on at the top of the charts) could, it seems to me, be summarized as follows: some rich, powerful, violent people have been away for a while (who these people are, and where they have been, remains a moot point, particularly since we know enough not to confuse the artist with his narrators), and if, in their absence, you have been trying to muscle in on their turf, then they will not be happy about it. "Y'all knee grows still talkin? Oh you got a little name little fame little fortune? What you have is a portion / Bout the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and / So you better use caution." These rich, powerful, violent people seem to be on speaking terms with people who own firearms; beyond that it is perhaps best not to speculate.

It almost makes you wonder what kind of albums Focus on the Family gives really good reviews to. 4 stars.

I bet they're not very good.

oh ... that Diddy ... not this one (nsfw)

/move along

Diddy. Focus on the Family.

They need to fight to the death. Whoever wins, we'd all win.

hahaha....you should read some of their other reviews, especially the one for Cannibal Corpse's Gore Obsessed.

lol...can you imagine the reviewer putting that in and hearing that?

that my friends is pure comedy.

What in the hell did I just read?

It's got a Parental Advisory label on it already, what did they expect?

"Hmmm. Maybe the record company put this advisory sticker on here by mistake. I should buy this and listen to it. Perhaps there will be something for the choir to learn."

To be honest, that's probably the only FOTF review I ever agreed with. I wouldn't listen to a Diddy/Daddy/whatever album if you paid me. The guy's a total berkley hunt.

/Well, depending on how much you paid me...

Puffy, Daddy, Diddy, Dippy is so over.

Boobies - Nick Hornby breaks down an earlier Diddy release:

awesome.

Boobies: Sure. How dare any rapper articulate an inflated sense of their own importance!


I'm pretty sure that's all there is to rap about. Even good rappers are boring as hell when all they talk about is how they are a better rapper than everyone else.

hey yo the sun won't shine forever / but as long as we here / we may as well shine togethor

/i dont know how to spell
//oh right
///business before pleasure...

blogma: Puffy, Daddy, Diddy, Dippy is so over.

You mean Puff Diddy Daddy Farty Licky?

/I less-than-three you, Lewis Black

lol this site is great! Check out the review for Hooray for Boobies

From Mag to Web

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From the CD's breast-obsessed cover art to a liner photo of the band lying intertwined with nude women, this disc sets out to shock and titillate. Obscene tracks solicit oral sex from a porn star ("The Ballad of Chasey Lain") and animalistic intercourse ("The Bad Touch"). Masturbation is a common theme, involving everything from Silly Putty to pictures of livestock. In fact, "Yummy Down on This" finds the singer wishing he could perform fellatio on himself. On "A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When the Stripper Is Crying," a man pays a minor for sex and fantasizes about Jesus sodomizing Mickey Mouse with a lawn dart. Other blasphemous tracks include "Hell Yeah," which mocks the death of Christ. "Mope" is about flatulence, cruising for 8th-grade girls, drugs, alcohol and more. Hateful ranting consumes "I Hope You Die" with targets as innocent as Jerry's Kids, a disabled Vietnam veteran and orphans having Christmas :inner (it also mentions necrophilia). The twisted "Mama's Boy" and "Three Point One Four" are sexually preoccupied.


One of the most perverse, diseased releases in recent memory. Blasphemy, unconventional sex, anger, obscenities and substance abuse make this awful disc a no-brainer. Don't let these Bloodhounds sniff out your teens.

Trying to find some metal reviews but it seems that stops at Megadeth. For a laugh sort the reviews by "heavy metal". The only search result from that is Limp Bizkit, heh.

Granted, I hate all modern music (except maybe Rascal Flatts ) so I'd have to agree.

But uh, that review was pretty hilarious.

I hate Poof Diddy..just rips off everyone elses tunes and drones shiat over them...

/that is all

also funny on that site are some of the genres they classify bands as... after browsing around, i found weezer is "60's rock/punk" and the white stripes are "nu garage"

I wish rap would go away.

I wouldn't buy or listen to it because it is C"rap" -- not because of any review by that sactimonious pharisee Dobson!

Thanks subby for this website - pure gold. I never realized how horrible so many of my favorite albums were.

/Diddy's NOT one of my faves
//just making that clear

I still find their review of Marilyn Manson hilarious.

The 'ultra-cool' sunglasses look on the cover makes me wish he was dead.

FatherG: On "A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When the Stripper Is Crying," a man pays a minor for sex and fantasizes about Jesus sodomizing Mickey Mouse with a lawn dart.

I laugh when I think of a reviewer from FOTF having to write that sentence.

I would rather get a prostate exam by an irate scorpion than listen to a Focus on the Family approved CD.

I'd rather have my prostate examined by Captain Hook than have to listen to a rap or hiphop CD.

I find it odd that I agree with FontheF on anything. I guess it's appropriate that it's the trash that this guy puts out.