But he flat-out loves to rhyme-"seizure"/"T-shirt," "eyeballs"/"Lysol"/"my fault," "BM"/"GM"/"be him"/"Tylenol PM"/"coliseum," "Mike D"/"might be"-and you have to love the way he slips in sotto voce asides from innocent bystanders.
Over an hour his cadence gets wearing, too. Daring moralizers to go on the attack while explicitly-but not (fuck you, dickwad) unambiguously-declaring itself a satiric, cautionary fiction, this cause célèbre runs short of ideas only toward the end, when Dre's whiteboy turns provocation into the dull sensationalism fools think is his whole story.
The Slim Shady LP Īnybody who believes kids are naive enough to take this record literally is right to fear them, because that's the kind of adult teenagers hate. Music to Be Murdered By: Side B (Deluxe Edition) B+.
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