All hail Crizzly. He always turns it up on these panty-droppers to maximum, as all of his remixes have exhibited. If you didn’t know, educate yourself. The leader in the crunkstep game, Crizzly has a knack for turning your hood anthems into hair-tossing, neck-cracking bangers that make celibacy and innocence near impossibilities. Utilizing a low droning wobble, the builds feature the lyrics more than most remixes of this time-honored hit, but the drops are classically Crizzly and have large demonic undertones lifting the slayer synths to the tipping point of deconstructing civility. All in all, this is a remix you have to hear. It’s like the nastiest sloth you could ever imagine being carried by 1000 fascinatingly grotesque trolls. Yeah, it’s dirty like that.