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November 03, 2005

You Can Call Me Daddy


Kevin Federline is taking his licks from critics for his first single, "Y'All Ain't Ready," from his upcoming hip-hop CD, The Truth, due for release next year.

The track has been posted on the Web site of producer Disco D, and reactions have not been kind. "Kanye West he's not," opines the New York Post of former backup dancer Federline, 27, who also happens to be married to Britney Spears. "He's not even Vanilla Ice."

Against what the New York Daily News' Lowdown column calls "a crude beat," Federline – the father of three, including his son with Spears, Sean Preston Federline, born in September – says during the chorus of the song: "Back then they called me K-Fed/ But you can call me Daddy instead."

As the rap's refrain goes: "Go ahead and say whatcha wanna/I'm gonna sell about 2 mil, oh, then I'm a goner ... I know you all wish you was in my position/Cause I keep gettin' in situations that you wish you was in, cousin ... Steppin' in this game and y'all ain't got a clue ... Getting anxious? Go take a peep/ I'm starrin' in your magazines now every day and week ... But maybe baby you can wait and see/ Until then all these Pavarottis followin' me."

The Daily News suggests that Federline means to say "paparazzi" instead of "Pavarotti," who is a famed opera singer. (Other Web sites say it's not a mistake, but Federline's nickname for the ever-present photographers.)

--Oh man, this made me laugh. You're right KFeddy--I'm not ready.

UPDATE: Courtesy of Stereogum, click here to listen to the mother of all craposis.


Posted by Lawren at November 3, 2005 10:06 AM | Trackbacks (0)

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Is it just me, or does the line "Go ahead and say whatcha wanna/I'm gonna sell about 2 mil, oh, then I'm a goner" sound like it's directed at Brit? She seriously needs to dump this man on the next street corner.

Says: tortoiseshelly at November 3, 2005 12:18 PM


Mr. Spears needs to focus on being "Daddy instead," cuz thats how we know him, not as K-Fed.

Damn Im gonna sell 3 mil.

Says: JR at November 3, 2005 01:41 PM

Sucks doesn't even begin to describe this.... piss poor excuse for a song.

If he wasn't married to Brit, he would have been laughed out of the recording studio.

Thank you Britney for forcing this no talent having lame ass on us.

Says: Michelle at November 3, 2005 05:24 PM

AWFUL

Says: Kelly at November 3, 2005 09:53 PM

It's just too easy to rag on.

And what's with the cheezy Miami Vice look that they're working in that photo? Hopefully little PMS has a trust fund because the Federline-Spears will piss it all away otherwise.

Says: mike at November 4, 2005 10:59 AM

DAMN!! They make a very ugly couple. I mean Britney's a bitch and Kevin's a wigger. Kevin thinks he's black but he ain't. Just look at his ugly cornrows!

Says: tha king at November 25, 2005 10:47 AM

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