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Yo! DWTS Raps. Badly.

Lyndsey Parker
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Hey homies, remember when hip-hop was cool? When it was the edgiest, most dangerous, most relevant musical genre around? When it was a real instrument of political commentary and social change?

No? Um, me either. Because the horrifying spectacle of Erica Kane electric-boogalooing in a sideways Ed Hardy cap or (even worse) a gold-grilled Cloris Leachman impersonating Flavor Flav has caused me to go into post-traumatic-stress-related memory-suppression mode. I'm suffering from such shock I can barely remember my own name anymore.

See, last night Dancing With The Stars staged its first (and hopefully last) hip-hop routine. Watch now, if you dare:

Really now, did pioneering rap greats like Eazy-E, Jam Master Jay, Biggie Smalls, Tupac Shakur, and Ol' Dirty Bastard give their lives just so an 82-year-old Mrs. Garrett understudy would be free to get all gangsta on prime-TV television? In hot pants?

Please, DWTS producers, do not let his happen again.

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