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I think Sanjaya will do “If you had my love” tonight on American Idol. Or maybe, even “Jenny from the block”. It really doesn’t matter what he does, because there will be loads of people to back this no-talent kid.

Tonight is Latin Night on American Idol. Last week was Tony Bennet’s mentoring appearance and this week, which sent rocker chick Gina Glocksen home packing. Jennifer Lopez gets to make her mark on the hit show tonight. I guess if the show reallly isn’t a singing competition, then she’s a fine mentor.

Enter Gina Glocksen, The Oakridge Boys, and Jay Leno and here is what you get:

Hilarious stuff.

I guess people will do anything for their 15 minutes of fame. Even if that means riding on the coattails of Sanjaya Malakar’s 15 minutes. This guy has dubbed himself “the famous guy” and has said that he will binge eat until Sanjaya walks away with the American Idol crown.

And four days later:

I guess no one taught this guy any manners…?

Anyways, you can visit his website or help the guy to try and become famous.

(Link via TMZ)

This cracks me up…enjoy!

Lyrics:
I know that you
Don’t know me very well
We’ve barely met
But I can surely tell
No one will ever
Love you like I do

I like to feel
The warm spot on your chair
Sometimes I drool
And usually I stare
My precious one
I saved that gum
That you threw in the garbage

You’re the one I dream about
But the only question with me now
Is “Do I creep you out?”
Everytime I shake your hand now
Wanna stick your fingers in my mouth
Do I creep you out?

Call you every night and hang up
Gonna carve your name in my leg
In my leg, oh-oh!

Somethin’ I should ask about
Can I sniff the pit-stains on your blouse?
And do I creep you,
Do I creep you out?
(Your restraining order’s out)
(Still the only question with me now)
Oh the only question
(Is “Do I creep you out?”)
Is “Do I creep you out?”
Know exactly where you live now
Follow you from work right to your house
Well, do I creep you out?
Do I creep you out?

Last night on the results show of American Idol, we witnessed Gina being ousted from the show. I didn’t see Tuesday’s show to see what kind of performance she gave, but I am shocked at this nonsense. Gina is a talented singer and will go far, without American Idol.

Put out a record, girl, I’d buy it. I’ve heard so so soooo much worse….Sanjaya ring a bell? How was he safe again?!? And, if this show comes down to real talent and he’s still there, what then? How does he get to stay another week? Just because he has cool hair?

It’s a singing competition, plain and simple. The judges are biting their tongues and not providing us with any criticism now because they know it has to be rigged.

Click the image and check these tracks out.

First up is “Haterz”, which is not my favorite track.
Next is “Mind of a killa”, this is a way cooler song. Nice mix, nice ryhmin’.
“We don’t care” is the best song here. This song could follow “Dead body man” by ICP.
“The nut house” is a well produced track and the carnival music rocks.

This group is all underground and they rock, but don’t take my word for it…click and find out for yourself.

Here we have the regular version:

And here we have the lip-synched Leno version:

Exposing the dumb lyrics to the popular Black-eyed Peas song, “My Humps”, comes Alanis Morisette. This satirical and insanely funny rendition of the song makes me wonder if the popular bands out there are just writing down just anything to record. Alanis points this out nicely and begs the question, “what ever happened to real talent?”

Kudos.

Lyrics

“My Humps”

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’ fly
Brother I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion’s,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love),
My hump, my hump, my hump (love),
My humps they got you,

She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let’s spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin’ got you,

She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha)
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha)
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha)
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha)

She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

Redoing a Rolling Stones track had to be a feat, so I don’t care what Simon Cowell thinks of this performance. It was good stuff from Gina Glocksen. This was a great song and this girl will definitely sell records. Think Chris Daughtry.