Crunk Juice (2004)

Unlike the sex-charged Usher and Ciara singles, crunk, as reaffirmed here by the genre's foremost technician, is more about rage than anything else. The songs are practically all hook — two to four refrains per track — with sentiments like ''I don't give a f---, nigga, I don't give a f---, ho,'' and ''motherf--- that nigga, motherf--- that b ----'' recited ad nauseam in Jon's throaty growl. Most of the album's musical triumphs — the creepy-cool movie soundtrack that is ''Da Blow,'' the Chocolate City go-go anthem ''Aww Skeet Skeet'' — are multilayered with over-the-top vitriolic rants and nausea-inducing misogyny. Come on, sing along: ''No more d--- to your p---- , just d--- to your throat/You ain't gonna get no child support.'' Catchy? Yep, like warts.