Track Listing

1. World Is Mine
2. America's Most Hated
3. Snap
4. Lose Control
5. Dance with a Pimp - Kevin Federline, Ya Boy
6. Privilege - Bosko, Kevin Federline
7. Crazy - Kevin Federline, Britney Spears
8. League of My Own
9. Playing with Fire
10. Caught Up
11. Kept on Talkin'
12. Middle Finger [Hidden Track]

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #111771 in Music
• Released on: 2006-10-31
• Number of discs: 1
• Format: Explicit Lyrics

Customer Reviews

Proof that bad things happen on Halloween
This former back-up dancer
Now known as Mr. Spears
Has brought us the worst album
To be released in years

Though he thinks he's Eminem
He's more Vanilla Ice
And after you've heard this one once
You wouldn't hear it twice

Just listen to the lyrics
And see if you agree
These are the worst songs ever "sung"
In all of history

The first single is "Lose Control"
A track that should be tossed
I would suggest this album
Be avoided at all cost

Maybe next year on April 1
(You'll get two for a buck)
Buy `em for an All Fool's joke
and watch your pals upchuck



Amanda Richards, October 31, 2006

Comedy Album of the Year!
Do you want to laugh? And I mean the kind of deep-down, uncontrollable, belly laugh that leaves your sides so sore that it hurts to go poop later? **THIS** is the album for you.

Playing With Fire is jam-packed with clearence bin G-funk beats, silly posturing, shameless ego-stroking and the most simplistic rhymes since Dr. Seuss. Wait, check that! The Cat in the Hat was a lyrical masterpiece compared to this album. I don't know which running theme is more comical: bragging about the money he didn't make, talking up all the drugs he doesn't do or regaling us with tales of the hard-knock life that he never lived.

It's funny that Amazon is listing Justin Timberlake and Christina Aguilera under "Customers who bought this item also bought", but in many ways it's not fair to the ex-Mr. Spears or the Wannabe Ms. Spears. Both of them have at least made peace with what they are. I have the alarming impression that Cletus really believes he's some sort of hard-core baller. Where's Suge Knight when you need him?

So bad your soul will ache.
The sheer cacophony that this album exhudes is a declaration of war against all which is good and pure in this world. Skies will rain blood, virgins will be spontaneously defiled, and there will be much weeping and gnashing of teeth.

The drum machines in this necronomicon of pain are wrought from the realm of Baalzebub himself, their metallic drone bores holes within the eardrums - sweet mercy comes from this.

The unholy union between K-Fed and music television will ensure that this demon seed is poured forth upon the masses, burning them with unescapable torment.

It must be stopped.