Yesterday, "Good Time," the long-awaited, much-teased single from Paris Hilton and Lil' Wayne, officially dropped. There have been some contenders, but I think we've finally found the worst song in the history of the world. I'm saying this as an overall fan of Lil' Wayne, and an accidental defender of Paris Hilton (When she released her first single, "Stars are Blind," I was in a bit of a weird phase and maybe admitted that I kind of liked it). But anyway, "Good Time" is is irredeemably bad. These are Paris Hilton's lyrics:

Are you having a good time
Cause I'm having a good time
And I might be a bit tipsy
But that's okay 'cause you're with me

I came here just to party
All this don't you hate on me, yeah
Got my sexy girls with me
Oh, I love it

Wo-oh, let's party
Yeah, let's party, and have a good time
Wo-oh, let's party
Yeah, let's party, and have a good time

There go the paparazzi
I really don't give a fuck, who got in my way
'Cause I came to party rock
Good times are here, and you know they're here to stay
If you're not here to party, move and get out of the way

Those are the the lyrics she sings, in various degrees of repetition. That's it. That's what Young Money just signed her for and paid her to do. The fourth paragraph is her big verse, and look out, Paris came to tear some shit up. She doesn't give a fuck about the paparazzi. That's some pretty edgy stuff.

Yes, she's hot. Yes, she spends the entire video in a bikini. But why subject yourself to listening to an awful song when you can just watch her sex tape and call it a day? Lil' Wayne, unsurprisingly, totally mails-in his verse. I, as usual, have no idea what the fuck he is talking about.

As for the video itself, the cuts are so quick and disorienting that you can't really tell how good of a time these people are having. For whatever reason, there is a blow-up giraffe and a blow-up zebra hanging out by the pool. I guess those things are fun. I kept looking for Fred Durst, another fairly recent Young Money signee, another veteran of the sex-tape world, hanging out poolside in his hoodie and red Yankees fitted. He wasn't there, but look at the heat Young Money is now packing: Can you imagine a sex tape, I mean music video with Limp Bizkit, Paris Hilton, and Nicki Minaj? The future is full of potential.

If you haven't heard the uproar already, Paris Hilton had her debut "DJ" gig Saturday June 23 at the Pop Music Festival in Sao Paulo, Brazil. In addition to her train wreck of a "performance", the heiress party-girl has also announced that she plans to continue with her endeavors.

Like a cocky talentless athlete who decided to jump into the shark tank with the major players, she has single handedly made herself the laughing stock of this niche genre and the music media seems to be at a consensus: what is happening to this generation? Mixmag had a headline in May that read "PARIS HILTON ANNOUNCES DJ TOUR (YES, REALLY)" while SPIN Magazine quotes "As much as it pains us here at SPIN, it seems Paris Hilton is not kidding around about this music thing."  Hipster Runoff, a blog dedicated to high-minded hipster criticism, obviously had a field day with this news and to type "Paris Hilton" in the search bar on Twitter and hit enter, you will find a timeline strewn with sexual euphimisms, "lolz", and jokes about how the end of the world must really be approaching.  Scattered across the internet are informal obituaries dedicated to the death of dance music.  Fans are saddened by the soon splitting of Swedish House Mafia and speechless as they stop watching the Paris Hilton footage only 30 seconds in (that's a first.)  Oddly, a couple good reviews of her show in Brazil exist which means clearly the reviewer was either one of two things: tone deaf or did not attend/see any footage of the actual show.   

DJs with actual talent across the world are posting on social media sites and conjuring memes to voice their disgust with this abomination.  In 2011, Hilton claimed her goal is to become the "most powerful female house music DJ of all time," better yet -- prepare to grasp at your hair and shake your head -- "the queen of house music."  In the short amount of footage released, she exhibited no actual talent of doing any type of mixing, or anything at all for that matter.  There was an undeniable pitch problem not to mention at 0:57 you see someone conspicuously sneak up to adjust the mixer for her.   

Is this the end of all that was great about this genre?  Perhaps, or maybe it's just an end of an era.  This is more then a beautiful genre being destroyed by it's overpopular mainstreaming because people would actually have to like some of these acts that are ruining it.  But it is the flashy pink diamonds and talentless avant garde of a self-entitled "princess" that is giving a bad look for the artists who have helped build this movement that now has a deteriorating meaning.

Although dipping her hips "sexily" and reaching her hands up to produce excitement may be a typical Friday night in her world, it is by no means a DJ career.  Not to mention she never actually touched the turntables once.