Catching the Black Plague

I know this has been beat to death over the last week or so, but I figure I would weigh in on it since I never made any claims to originality. Just in case you haven't seen it yet, here it is.



Yeah, this is the part of one of these blog where I’m supposed say something like “OMG did you hear that part where she told us the days of the week, lolz EPIC FAIL!” but I’ll refrain from that aside from saying that I can’t wait for her follow-up single where she teaches me to count from seven to ten.

See, I’m more concerned with this guest rap verse. It’s one of the most puzzling things I’ve heard in a long time.

R-B, Rebecca Black
So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin' lanes
Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C'mon) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all

I don’t know why this part of the song in particular is the part I find myself thinking about the most. I think it’s just the complete free association of random crap from earlier parts of the song that gets me. He’s chilling in the front seat, ok, I’m following you. Wait, in the back seat? What’s in the back seat? The next bit seems to imply that he’s “drivin’, cruisin’” in the back seat. Isn’t that counterproductive, I would imagine the front seat would obscure your view of the road. I’m confused. Then he starts telling me about seeing a school bus. Huh? What? I hate this song!