I stumbled across some auditory AIDS over the weekend. You must hear it for yourself- Here Come The Yankees. Never before, after listening to a song, did I consider trying to get a mob together. I do think lynching is wrong, but I think we can now make an exception. I can’t wait for the two “stars” on this song to be innocent bystanders of a drive-by and this track is the only reason that their names are actually mentioned on the FOX local news.

The “artists” names on this dope jam is Fo Onassis and some girl named Mina who will never be Rhianna unless Chris Brown decides to slap her around too. They apparently can only write one verse and one chorus and let the CASIO synthesizer sample music play out the last forty seconds. As a fan of the Yankees, I found this song to be appalling and I hope the Steinbrenner family takes the appropriate action and sues them for everything they’ve got. Sure the Yankees don’t need the money, but I love the idea of the team ending whatever shitty life these posers currently have.

The lyrics are completely cringe inducing. Cringe is a wonderful feeling because you know that what you’re experiencing is wretched but you can’t tear yourself away from the complete train wreck that is going on before you. Sorry Mr. Onassis, you will never make it in the rap game if the best you can do for lyrics is the starting lineup for the Yankees.

What’s next, a salsa tune for the Mets lineup?

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