Twenty-two minutes remaining in the challenge! We get a mishmash of footage, and the heinous vocal stylings of each group overlap in an aneurysm-inducing cacophony. I cite this show for the misdemeanor offense of cruelty to a recapper. The voices of Nilyne, Cori, and Melissa rise above the rest, and prove that they are completely unable to sing even in unison. Matthew and Yelawolf do a little choreographed dance together while Fat Marcus takes a snack break. It is sadly more Backstreet Boys than fox trot (though I'll bet Matthew lobbied hard and lamented the loss of an opportunity to wear his sequined character shoes). Matthew says that his group got the worst corner. Excuses, excuses. He yells that he'll take pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters and "even a napkin...if it's clean." Fat Marcus, who is wiping donut jelly off of his chin, says, "Aw, shoot, man, I coulda contributed if that jelly hadn't been so profuse."
More cacophony. Jessica tries to get some cash from a florist, who stands in front of his store and laughs. Jessica voices over that, where she comes from, hustling is like "a born nature." She says that once she found out money was involved in the competition, she was on fire. And, in fact, she's singing at the top of her lungs and going around grasping the hands of individual crowd members. She looks like a particularly crazy and aggressive homeless person. She interviews that, growing up poor, she knows what it takes in order to survive. I do like Jessica, but this motif might get old kind of quickly. She sings her "Gimme your love" song, which we've definitely heard before. But it sounds great and Deltrice, to her credit, throws in a nice bit of harmony. It's too bad God was so concerned with her sex appeal and didn't give her just a wee bit more talent.
Twelve minutes remaining in the challenge! Nic yells out, "Every black woman right now, I got a song for you, but we need donations." He's such a chump. Akil says that Nic relies a lot on his looks to aid his performance. Frank B. puts things a bit more bluntly and says, "Nic is not an emcee, he's a faker. He's rockin' the sauce, jewelry-rise, he's rockin' fake diamonds." First of all, how queer is it that Nic is, like, sporting a cubic zirconia? And second, how intriguing that Frank noticed and apparently did the old "but will it cut glass?" test to verify. Frank says that Nic's pretty-boy shtick is only going to go so far. I hope he is correct. A bystander asks Melissa, Cori, and Nilyne if she can be in the "shorty trio." Heh. Melissa continues to wail in her shrill, shrill voice.