“Booty Call” has been an actual existing “thing” for about a week now, but has been written about precisely nowhere, possibly under the grounds that rap blogs operate on a “ignore something bad and it might go away” policy. It won’t.
FYI: Fat Lace is far too classy to run through a list of “ha ha rappers turning up on rock songs” zings: despite it serving as a source of fine punchlines for 16 years, nobody has ever heard a single damn song from the Judgement Night soundtrack other than that De La one, and it’s always kinda charming when REM let some MC ten years past anything approaching his prime turn up to kick sixteen bars on the one song on their album they couldn’t be bothered to finish.

This, however, is different. Being as you’re not currently wearing a training bra with a pink and black skull motif, you won’t be aware of who BrokeNCYDE are. You’ll have learned all you need to from that soundclip, but for addendum factoids: a) in a stunning departure for a boyband they’ve gone with three fat hidden members rather than just one and b) their Wikipedia entry finds it notable to mention that a man with this face doesn’t like them. Oh, and one of their full-time members is a pig who wears a lot of pink. You can do your own fucking Junior Mafia gag here, I can’t be bothered.

You could kinda understand that E40/Lonely Island hookup… Samberg and the other two that your girlfriend doesn’t want to fuck appear to be legitimate hiphop heads, the track had a good bit, it was a funny enough concept, and it can’t have taken him more than 20 minutes to write a verse. This? I have no fucking idea. Is he broke? Has he spent all the millions and millions of royalties he earned from that album where DJ Shadow finally brought some dignity and pride to the southern rap scene? Is he just trying to put his kid through college? Because anyone who’s ever heard a Droop-E verse will know that’s probably a lost cause.

So the only conclusion you can really draw is..E40 has the same music taste as a 13-year-old girl whose only friend is the school’s solitary gay student, who despite his confident exterior, is actually gonna kill himself in the next few years. Which certainly makes you think about Turf Talk in a new way.