FREDERICK DURST MY BELOVED!
...is what I wish I could say after hearing this disservice to Limp Bizkit's name.
This album is magical. It has the power to transform anyone into a Limp Bizkit fan. Because after listening to this fucking abomination you will be yearning for even a crumb of Fred Durst's cookie that he did the nookie for. It makes you wish you gave Chocolate Starfish a 100 unironically or ironically just so you could finally feel you've paid your respects.
But I won't rip into this. I'm too tired and Raccoon already did that and I want to enjoy today. You are spared from fucktobymaguire's incessant rants about "redefining bad music" and "people who sound like they lick the fingers that get stuck up their own ass". Count yourself lucky.
Happy Fred Durst Friday everyone!