
Move over, Jay Z! Step Aside, Drake! Out of the way, Kendrick! Fuck off, Kanye West! There’s a REAL rapper in town, and no, I’m obviously not talking about Tyga! I’m referring to Kevin Federline, the ex-husband and babydaddy of the elegant southern princess known as Britney Spears. (To be fair, Kevin Federline is basically the babydaddy to every bitch who loves flip flops, bedazzled tank tops, and smoking/eating Cheetos at the same time. Dude has like 40 baby mamas).
If you may recall, back when Kev was still married to Princess Brit Brit, he tried to make a rap career happen by releasing the underrated and majestic “Popzao” (or however you spell it), and we were all SHOCKED when it didn’t go quadruple platinum, thus leading to a lucrative rap career. Well, thankfully for us, Kevin hasn’t given up!

It's okay everybody, you can relax, there's no more need to worry, Kevin Federline is fine.
There comes a point in every celebrity’s life where they look around them and think “You know what would improve this broken shell of a planet? An album by me.”
Remember when K-Fed had a dancer’s body? Sure it was covered in bad tattoos, cornrows made without the aid of a mirror and a layer of congealed body grease, but still – it was a dancer’s body.
Humanity could soon be wiped out by couple of Mexican pigs with the sniffles. But relax, Britney Spears is on it.
Those eyes, that belly, the ridiculous desire to become a rapper – let’s face it, Kevin Federline is a catch.
