With "Empire State of Mind" still topping the charts, parodies of it have become a cottage industry on the internet. In this one, the spotlight has been taken off New York City to praise our less glamorous neighbor, Newark.

The almost-nine-minute mini-movie for M.I.A.'s single "Born Free" came out today and it's already been taken down from YouTube in the U.S. It's definitely NSFW, but it's also her latest attempt to drum up some attention.

Ignoring the history of scientific observation, ICP's "Miracles" asks the tough questions ("fuckin' magnets: how do they work?"), and investigates every order of natural phenomena, from rainbows to DNA, chocking it all up to magic. There's no denying Juggalogic!

Kids just won't listen? They're not yours anyway—tell those brats to shut up! Instead of a trip to the zoo, why not a beating? It's okay if you can rap along to it—just ask Hitman Sammy Sam.

Violent protests erupted in Sri Lanka after troublemaking singer Akon appeared in a music video, Sexy Chick, which depicts a sexy pool party with a brief Buddha cameo. Now he's been denied a visa, and it wasn't even his video.

But mostly sex. This isn't The Runaways trailer that hints at Fanning's metamorphosis from innocent pupa to sexed-up butterfly, this is the music video for "Cherry Bomb", which shoves Fanning's drug-addled, hypersexual portrayal of Cherie Currie down your throat.

A McG directed, Takashi Murakami commissioned music video for "Turning Japanese", starring Kirsten Dunst in a blue wig. Dunst does Spider-Man 3, McG directs Terminator: Salvation, they both disappear from the public eye... and re-emerge with this? The Murakami Curse!

The only good part is when he wears his sunglasses, because they don't even come close to fitting on his face. Grow into your face first, Mini Daddy.

Song parodies used to belong to Weird Al and comedians with pianos, but the recent proliferation of video editing programs have made song parodies the people's genre. These literal takes on music videos show us how silly they can be.

The Way We Live Now: Sulking about moodily. Night school is kicking our ass. We can't pay the train fare to work. And what's the point, even? There's no hope for employment. Unless you star in a music video.

Remember music videos being important, and good? Neither does anybody I know, because our memory's been wiped by MTV and VH1's current slate of programming. And then there's this beautiful, fan-made music video of indie band Grizzly Bear's "Two Weeks."

Ohh look! Here's a really fun poppy cover of the Talking Heads' This Must Be the Place, by Miles Fisher. The video is an American Psycho homage. The "best" part? Heiress/area dope Lydia Hearst is in it, having sexy threesomes!!

Two reasons to enjoy Nyle's video "Let the Beat Build": 1) It was shot all in one take with live music, and 2) refreshingly optimistic lyrics about creative ambition in the New Depression.

Did you hear about the financial crisis? Popular Canadian songsmith Neil Young did! Let us take a quick look at his reaction to this unprecedented economic situation: a song called "Cough Up the Bucks."

The effort, codenamed "Vevo" according to the Wall Street Journal, would involve a new showcase for music videos on YouTube, with the notion of commanding higher advertising rates. Right now, YouTube makes pennies per view — if it's lucky. Most of YouTube's bandwidth-consuming video funhouse goes unburdened with revenue.

Shatner's cover of the Pulp hit "Common People," set to scenes from the animated Star Trek series. As is required in all Star Trek parodies and mashups, Kirk and Spock are gay for each other.

Stanley Kubrick is back from the dead and making music videos. This new vid from Swedish performer Lykke Li has a little Shining, a little Clockwork Orange, a little pop-and-lock, a little "old people gaping wide," and enough harsh-lit fashion footage to make Dov Charney cream in his boyshorts. Video's below.

Not only are these ladies almost a year late for the "Obama Girl" craze, they're so deliciously terrible and so enthusiastic that I laughed until, for the second time ever, YouTube made me cry. The backing track sounds like it's from a Game Boy. The women are, well, they don't look like Obama Girl (although one looks like Fat Jenna from 30 Rock). One of them has pants that disappear on greenscreen. And in the final chorus it's literally raining McCain. This video is the metric equivalent of ten thousand nights of karaoke.

"Snoop seems to have singlehandedly snatched the is-he-or-isn't-he irony confusion crown from R. Kelly," says tech exec Anil Dash, the blogger who appeared in the New York Times in a Goatse t-shirt. Dash figures that R. Kelly's "Trapped In The Closet" got boring when the artist realized the inanity of his own multi-part R&B drama. But in his 2007 song "Sensual Seduction" (or "Sexual Eruption," as Dash explains with 200 actually worthwhile words), Snoop is "both ridiculous and completely sincere." Read Dash's 8-point analysis and an examination of the breath tube, which Snoop uses instead of a vocoder or Auto-Tune. After the jump is the song itself, in the best music video ever.