The Black-Eyed Peas Must Be Stopped
by Adrianne Rodgers on August 18, 2006

Seriously. We've all heard that "My Humps" song they put out. The first time I heard it, I refused to believe that it came from the Blackeyed Peas. Surely a band of at least some marginal talent couldn't create a song this godawful, could they? Granted, they're not the best band in the entire world, but they did put out a song or two that didn't make me want to grab the nearest badger and cram it into my ears to block the agony of their song.
But alas, it's true. They are the ones to blame for this abomination that now leaps across the radio to smack me in the face everytime I turn around. What bothers me is that there was a process to this awfulness. They actually sat down and voted for the line "My lovely lady lumps." God only knows what they ended up rejecting in favor of that.
And at no point did anyone in the record company sit them down and say "You realize that you're releasing the worst song since 'Hollaback Girl' don't you? This has crossed your mind hasn't it?" No, none of them said a word. It got put on the album, and then released into the general population to wreak havok on us poor innocent bystanders
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