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I have long been a supporter of Britney Spears progress through motherhood and the quaint redneck-ness of the United States biggest export outide of Krispy Kremes… But this adoration stops short of this blight of this persona non grata Kevin Federline her husband. Having a watch of this man… his video Lose Control ?

Ever had the experience when you get appointed a new boss, and he walks in and the ratty nature and stature of the man in front of you feels your pit with a bile when you realise that your going to be having to look for a new job soon. As the impending future spending 8 hours a day with this man fills you of overwhelming pressure that drives you to drink, then worse still: you end up having one too many white russians and having sex with the wretched human thus creating more feelings of repulsion except this time bolstered by the purest smugness of his ugly mug on his first day on the job? That is what Kevin Federline looks like.

This Video Lose control seems to be an autobiographical tale of ‘hip-hop flavour with a little bit of rock n roll.'. And that Kevin is ‘Superstar, that married a Superstar’ ‘I’m not here to brag, but my Ferrari costs more’ then the something or another of yours. ‘40 grand takes me and my hommies to Miami and we pop Crystal like we won Grammies’… And that first 8 hour shift really drags out… Apparently he is in another Tax Bracket (yeah this first level is hard to beat). And he is so rich he had to tattoo Dice on himself.

Well you are here to brag Kevin aren’t you? Here to brag that you are one rat faced sleazeball, you’re here to brag about a tale of swindling money from a rather innocent young Mum. I don’t care if you married her… You should be getting a proper job, like a fishmongerer, or a caterer, maybe a porter... rather then flying all your mates to Miami on her tab.

Is it true beyond reasonable doubt Mr Federline that by releasing this autopsy of a track all you are doing is bragging about pissing her money up the wall?