Saturday, July 18, 2009

So I was listening to 107.5, and...

I heard a Pitbull song called "Hotel Room Service" that's absolutely terrible and hilarious. The chorus features the line "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn" repeated four times, and the specificity of the Holiday Inn reference makes me wonder whether 1) Holiday Inn actually paid Pitbull to mention them in the song, or 2) Holiday Inn is actually Pitbull's hotel of choice. I'm hoping it's 2), because I really love the image of a famous rapper like Pitbull checking in at a Holiday Inn and getting his room key and being told about the continental breakfast and pool hours.

Chorus aside, I feel compelled to spell out the lyrics of the first verse in paragraph form. Read it out loud for added effect. As dictated by the Internet:

"She like that freaky stuff. Two in the oh! and one in the ah! That kinky stuff. You nasty, but I like your type and like T.I. it's whatever you like. Bring your girls, it's whatever tonight. Your man just left. I'm the plumber tonight, I'll check your pipes. Oh, you the healthy type. Well, here goes some egg whites. Now gimme that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff. Let me tell you what we gon' do. 2+2, I'm gon' undress you. Then we're gonna go 3 and 3, you gon' undress me. Then we're gon' go 4 and 4, we gon' freak some more."

I feel like this may be a bit of a low shot--I suspect that most rappers don't expect the average listener to pay too much attention to the lyrics anyway. But between the T.I. reference, the plumbing analogy, the basic addition, and the mysterious egg whites (what the hell are they going to do with those??), my god. It's almost genius in its warped stupidity.

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