“If you want me, baby, fill me in, because I don’t waste my time on lesbians.” That line might be offensive, if it weren’t so clear that this young maestro (“A title of extreme respect given to a master musician.”) is like Spanish Fly to to all heterosexual ladies and lasses. If that line just isn’t enough for you (and for your sake I hope it is) in terms complete and utter self-parody, then I highly recommend you view this treasure of unintentional comedy.

It’s by Brokencyde. My research leads me to believe that this is spelled brokeNCYDE. (Contrary to what some of you might guess, my research did not lead me to suicidal ideation.) Furthermore, this may in fact be a pun of sorts. Meaing “Broke Inside” not “Broken Side,” as it may appear at first. Personally, I find this to be a rather dubious claim, because clearly these youths possess great spiritual gifts on the inside. Otherwise, they would have been incapable of producing such a deep and complex examination of “freaxxx.”

Tracy Jordan, of 30 Rock, once wondered why combining all the best types of music into one song didn’t produce the greatest song ever. On the other end of the spectrum, it appears that brokeNCYDE have cracked the code on combining the most vacuous forms of current teen age musical ephemera in the worst turd sandwich with genital wart garnish possibly imaginable. Congratulations, universe, once again you have proven that you do have a sense of humor.