We wonder how many elderly soul artists have had coronaries when they heard a Dipset track where their mellifluous crooning was hatcheted up and recreated as a musical backdrop for musings about duct-taping people's daughters. Aside from this five-minute blackout session being a perfect vehicle to accentuate the stylistic contrasts between Cam, Juelz, and Jim, it was one of the many instances where hearing Jones talk shit at the end of a song was more entertaining than actually hearing some dudes rap.