“What you gon' do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I'm a make, make, make, make you scream. ‘Cause of my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump. My lovely lady lumps. Check it out.” – The Black Eyed Peas, My Humps
Nothing good has ever been associated with the word lumps. No one wants lumpy gravy. If you’re bad, Santa leaves you a lump of coal. And when you check for cancer, you feel for lumps, especially on your humps. There has never been a good lump of anything, and that goes double for Fergie’s lady lumps.