Rebirth… how about Retard instead? As in “this album is so stupid it must be retarded.” Are you following me?

If you haven’t heard it yet, imagine a Sega Genesis whining through humorless anthems written by a snotty 10th grader for about an hour straight. That would be better than this.

So what’s the fucking deal? Lil’ Wayne’s foray into assisted suicide has been legally available since Tuesday and nobody on any of the blogs I read feels like talking about what a spectacular trainwreck this album is? How it’s a failure in a genre comprised almost entirely of failures? No?

Well this can mean only one of two things. Either you all love it and I should officially consider one Weezy F. Baby as the first horseman of the apocalypse, or you were all much smarter than I and didn’t even bother to check it out in the first place.