VI VI VI King (EH!FRO! Remix)

from Remix EP by Wettworker

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lyrics

I got a bone to pick with capitalism,
And a few to break,
Refused to spit that fascist catacalysm,
I'm profusely used to change,
I strictly search to shoot ya,
With no suture,
Drink Kombucha,
Hell yeah I'm off kilter,
No shit you got a picture perfect future,
That's only 'cause you chose a nice filter,
Make a funeral sick,
Bitin' mics to your liking,
Fightin' the frightened white right wing,
Rollin' usual shit,
Roman numeral six:
I'm the VI VI VI King,
S**t is in the building,
Snacks is in my belly,
Dickslap your face so hard you're gonna need a bandage like Nelly,
Watch your temperaments change in an instance,
Against rulers like I hate measuring distance,
They all try to sleep while they try to make the world end -
These high fashion anglo-saxons,
They rape passion while these fakes try to cash in,
I'm balls-deep in your girlfriend while you're out gay bashing,
Bet he's getting her,
S**t, the pussy-wettener,
Throwin' Pol Pot to the bull pit,
No bullshit,
Feedin' ricin to that rapist Mike Tyson,
We only got beef 'cause you over-hunted bison,
The only flow you joes know is in your nose from cocaine and running boogers,
It's the shit to me that your indignity is explicity epitome of profane and Dunning Kruger,
Yo,
Run the trap,
Just don't run the tap dude,
Worship golden calves, nothing bad will happen to you,
Your rhyme's stale, you're sucking like a vacuum,
A Clydesdale, but only in my pants dude,
Hand you cash and bust nuts like a cashew,
I be makin' rap tunes that these strippers can't dance to.

credits

from Remix EP, released November 8, 2018

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about

Wettworker Vancouver, British Columbia

By hyperbolating the mass culture's trending themes of sexuality, violence, and comedy, Wettworker makes an intentionally affectated reflection of pop-culture that serves as metaphor. Aware that the current state of popular music is codependent on the idolarty and fetishization of personalities, he opts to render the essential component in that formula missing:

Himself.

This is meta-rap. ... more