Nothing says “Summer” like Tan Mom. She’s got all the features of a baseball mitt and the flavor of a hot dog. This chick is blowing the lid off the hip hop, um dance pop, um spoken poetry… what style of music is this? Oh who cares, its Tan mom spitting hot fire! Check out this leathery orange baby mom dancing all over the green screen while some gay dude awkwardly grinds up behind her. You got to love this chick for ridding this fame train all the way to hell.