Metta World Peace, f.k.a. Ron Artest, is known for keeping it turnt up throughout his career. This makes the tameness and ultimate failure of "Fever" that much more disappointing. The whole time he's just sitting around women while rhyming just to rhyme—with no purpose whatsoever. It's the type of thing that'll make your eyes constantly roll, perhaps enough times to blind you. The most absurd part? Out of nowhere, with about a minute left in the song, Artest decides to break it down into a twerk song. This just isn't the way.