And without spending a dime? I am here for you. So is AOL, which has the disc available for streaming.

Update: After a quick listen, it's not all that bad. The boy can rap.

Expectations are very, very low, and he easily exceeds them. Now, I 'm no rap expert or aficionado, but it's just not that bad -- and while the whole "I'm K-Fed, the paparazzi follow my ass all over, my family this ... Britney that" thing is ever-present, it at least provides some kind of context. After all, the wattage of celebrity in our current media culture is higher than ever. So why not play off of that -- especially if you can't leave your Malibu compound without a hundred paparazzi following you?

With all the entertainment he's brought us in the form of white-trash tabloid fodder, K-Fed deserves our music-listening attention, at least for a moment. Do a brother a solid.

Further update: And it's not a "bitches/ho's"-fest" -- I didn't get the feeling that K-Fed has a total lack of respect for women, like many a rapper.