Is anyone else sick of KFed? I sure am… I should never see his face on the news other than MTVNews or other news shows with no real credentials. I guess I do understand the mentality of showing this wreck on primetime. It’s a disaster that America and the world just can’t take their eyes off of. It’s the real life story of "Joe Dirt" only I am sure there is no happy ending.

My gut instinct tells me that white trash poster boy Kevin Federline will have a career similar to Vanilla Ice and will implode like a black hole in as he is pushed into the seventh ring of Hell or at least I sure fantasize that’s where he will go. I am sick to death of him already. Kfeds 15 minutes sure seems like an eternity.

Sure KFed has more money more power and more resources than any other possible up and comer but its only due to his trailer queen Britney Spears bankrolling his exotic lifestyle. How else could he land the Teen Choice Awards? I am sure it went something like this… Britney calls in and says “I will appear on the show if my hubby can perform his new song.”

Sooner or later Federline will be toast as Mrs. Spears gets KFedUp and he is kicked or wheeled to the curbside trash bin like last months Cosmo. Mr. Spears lacks all essential qualities of staying power…Talent, taste, skills, brains or even just management and he will fail to be a continued success. Just view his performance on the TCA’s. If you don’t believe me, try turning off the volume and start singing Ice Ice Baby to his performance and watch the 15 minutes count down on an egg timer. The Ice Ice Baby Lyrics are below…

His music is horrible even by rap or hip hop standards. His lyrics baffle me as he complains about the oppression of being the worlds worst house guest. I am confused by the whole thing. First off what the hell is he trying to say? I am oppressed white guy who married well? I was lucky to find a translation to “Lose It” (Does Eminem Know Your Ripped him Off?) that helps here. Is he concerned that Mrs Spears is going to say "bye bye bye" or what? Gotta make my own dough...

Lucky for all of us KFed’s days are almost up… Ding Ding Ding… There is the egg timer telling us Kfed is all done.

And for the record...
I think Vanilla Ice had talent but the world for some reason turned against him. He didn't get the hand out he busted it to become successful and then people love to see people crash and burn and will stop at nothing to bring down success.

Vanilla Ice "Ice Ice Baby" Lyrics

Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo - I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5. 0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi
Did you stop? No - I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo - so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out geting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball"
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine - All I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, You, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, Yo - I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while Djay revolves it.

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Yo man - Let's get out of here! Word to your mother!

Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold

Ice Ice Baby KFed Must Go…