Review Summary: Welp, this is the true performance of anal prostitution with a paycheck consisting of wieners, and little children
As far as *** goes, well, it doesn’t even compare to this pile of ***. Being a hardcore reviewer isn't an easy job. I am a constant 24/7 search for the worst pieces of *** in the Star wars galaxy. And I must say, I've outdone myself by finding this butt cheek surprise inside. The Politics of Cruelty is one of those albums you won’t hesitate to use to whip your slaves with.
To start off, the way this you listen to this album would normally is your ears. But TPOC? No, instead, you get high on pot on a toilet and blare this thing till your balls splatter their juicy juice all over your face. This band apparently dedicated to gathering in circle jerks in honor of Johnny Depp has deterred the presence of infrastructure cytoplasm.
Duh circle jerk
Duh circle jerk
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So yeah. This album is purely composed by cocaine addicts. I can legitimately say that I would rather drive a pinto into a destruction derby than listen/*** this CD. Which is another issue by the way? This album is in CD form. Why? I would rather glue my asshole shut while I have massive diarrhea than listen/*** this album. Also of heavy noticeablility, well, *** yeah. The recording of this album is the equivalent of sticking a cat in a blender, and masturbating with its Chop Suey brains. The squishy sounds I make when I *** a granny in the cunt would make a better sounding album than this. Seriously? No, *** no.
Another major factor is the calling of this so called hardcore album. This album is about as hard as my cock when I take a ***. Not at all. This album has about as much heaviness to it as a morbidly obese elephant. What the *** is I supposed to do with this now? Well, after listening to the first 5 seconds of the album, ive come to this conclusion. Gay For Johnny Depp knows about as much about politics as Obama with a machete in his forehead.
and guess what...
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
Obama is yo mama, and that is the problem!
And if anything, this album is sending one important message. "This is Captain Biatch speaking; I’ve found the worst album in the universe.
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As for the instruments, I would sooner make love to a decomposed keyboard with wood splinters bleeding out of my eyeballs than listen/*** this. Whoever taught these people how to play and sing, well, they must enjoy watching audiences fall subject to lack of creativity? I will find their instructors and producers, and ***
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*** them in the ball sack. Yes, the ball sacks. And if you didn’t get the message the first time, this album sucks. I would rather *** Yoshi in his green cucumber than listen/*** this any longer.
Goodbye.
