
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that this is a blog, and this is a post about Vanilla Ice, so you know where it's going: The 5:10 express to snarkopolis. How wrong you are, o cynical reader! Yes, this post is about Vanilla Ice's new album. And yes, the new album is a fairly horrible amalgam of pseudo-rave, pseudo-metal, pseudo-rap, and awful flow. But though Vanilla Ice may be once again doing something he probably shouldn't—his rap-metal incursion, making Ron Jeremy look mature, pissing off Suge Knight—he is, at least, doing something new: a covers album. A rap covers album. Called
Vanilla Ice is Back: Hip Hop Classics.
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