However, there’s one album from the past ten-plus years in this genre that stands out as being one of the most-polarizing. Enter Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. and his 2010 release Rebirth.
But, for as laughable as the effort could be seen as (I mean, Wayne’s “guitar playing” was usually restricted to a couple strums and/or a few chords being plucked), was it really that bad? That’s where I come in. I’m Speed on the Beat (obviously) and this is Was It Really That Bad Review, where I review the crap so you don’t have to.
|TFW you know you’re about to piss someone off, but don’t care, because it’s better that way.|
In 2009, a year after Lil’ Wayne dropped Tha Carter III, people waited with anticipation to see what their “Lollipop”-singing savior would drop next. People thought he could still do no wrong, even if it was obviously a hoax perpetuated by Lil’ Wayne’s overall discography. But, for every “Pussy Monster,” there was an “A Milli,” so everyone was still on board for the most part. If Wayne skateboarded, many people hopped on that rail. If Wayne still struggled with drug abuse, you got other artists popping his pills. Bad puns aside, because we’re not even halfway through this review, everything was coming up Weezy Fuckin’ Baby (Please Say The Baby).
And, then “Prom Queen” dropped.
“Prom Queen” was neither entertaining nor legitimate. With guitar riffs straight out of Linkin Park for Dummies and Green Day for Jackasses, Wayne stumbled for close to four minutes on a song that’s highlights included “they loved her fancy underwear/every boyfriend, every year.” The video’s no much better, borrowing heavily from outlets such as “Smells Like Teen Spirit” and teenage horndogginess.
Seriously, Wayne. We get it: you frothed at the mouth over her thongs and wanted to smash. She didn’t let you and such. But now? You’re grown and you’re famous, so fuck her. That’s kind of one of three bases of your songs about the opposite sex. That, the “I’m Lil’ Wayne. I can, while I’m not Drake, still make your feminine nether regions whistle like the Andy Griffith theme song while I pick it better than a gynecologist” trope (seriously, WTF?), and the “I’m Lil’ Wayne and here’s a verse or two about my mom out of nowhere” trope. There, I’ve sumarized Weezy’s “songs about/for women” in a couple sentences.