Back once again with the ill behavior, 's second effort is more of the same, which for many means that life is still worth living. Irony and stupidity abound as the crew has its way with that sweet and rare event called "lovemaking" ( with ), your Mom ( ), hip-hop culture ( ), and popular culture in general (pretty much everything else), as interludes that owe a lot to tie it all together. The jokes are the main attraction -- they contrast extreme bravado and extreme embarrassment for maximum hilarity -- but the great trick behind is their keen awareness of whatever genre they are mocking. With the right beats and production, is the kind of stalker anthem you'd expect if stalkers posted tracks on hip-hop blogs, while is the power ballad to perfection, and even comes with a hearty helping of . Bad news for newcomers is that tracks like won't work well away from their visuals, meaning is sometimes a souvenir for Saturday Night Live viewers, who know just how much that slow motion video helps a cut like That said, the title track is killer, might be the ultimate intro, and if you can deny shelf space to an album with on the track list, you're probably much more than anyway. ~ David Jeffries