Terminally second-rate club outing from Derty Harry that does nothing to disprove the theory that D12’s ccrew-memberscan’t ride without Eminem. Proof’s odious attitude over a stripped down canvas and poking keyboards trying to act all mysterious and reel in a blowjob-giver, doesn’t even have the good grace to hunt for a girl with a human cannonball party piece.
2 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver
