FOUR
(Kalamka/Muscat/Meyerson/Andrews/Jackson-Weaver)

Juba Kalamka:

So gwine say it and spray it
No other way to convey in layman’s
The Bartholin’s part within
This sequel that’s equally seekin’
Paraurethral speakin’
And leaking the Cowper’s shoutin’
Through poutin’ and puckering
Suckers is sensitive
And you won’t let me me live
Getting yo’ ass eaten in a ski mask meeting
Plastic sheeting completing the scene
Framed in complaining, you name it
You can call me brave
But I ain’t Bruton or Aaron
I’m just for rutting and sharing
With Karen, Darryl and Carol
(“Somebody dragged me out here, and set me on fire”)
But I’m at peace if I git the greasin’
And earnestly learn it,
Burning Hibachis and beating backs
Plugging Hitachis ‘cause no batteries required
I’m fucking tired
Of you sometimey motherfuckers
Chasing, erasing nacently laying claim to Hot Space
Of Dave and Jack and Jace adjacent
To the third base placement
I stay lacing up butters and nutters
Way in the basement saying

Chorus 1x:

I said
You,him, her, your younger brother
(What) your older sister (yeah)
Your baby’s mother
Got your aunts in my pants with your cousins tonight
So you can (call me Mr. Fahrenheit)
I said
You, him, her , your younger brother
(What) your older sister (yeah)
Your baby’s mother
I keep it hot here with your pops
So cop this Rapper’s Delight
And you can (Call me Mr. Fahrenheit)

Dutchboy:

think hard think fast think soft think slow think glass
think lavoisier's law of conservation of ass
neither created nor destroyed
only transferred means of productions
in your own two hands, word? sound 'ave power -
the same motion hit the same spot adhorata -
the eighth chakra funky soul spot Bonus round secret level ninja shit
Hit the blood brain barrier 'n it's OK to use spit
for my lube, lube, spit for my lube
oil and water and silicone gel to open the flue
and get the skittles out the jackpot slot son
and assholes are like opinions everybody's got one
and not everybody wants yours BUT I DO!
watch these bodies get bent enthusiastic consent
don't get me wrong; it's not about a transaction
it's a free association of the action reaction

Chorus 1x

(“Somebody dragged me out here and set me on fire!”)

I said
You Him Her, Your Younger Brother
(What) Your older sister (yea)
Your baby’s mother
Got your aunts in my pants with your cousins tonight
So you can (call me Mr. Fahrenheit)
I said
You Him Her, Your Younger Brother
(What) Your older sister (yea)
Your baby’s mother
I keep it hot here with your pops
So cop this Rappers Delight
And you can (Call me Mr. Fahrenheit)

Juba Kalamka:

You got to bring ass to get ass
quick like, with all deliberate speed
and in excess i bet I’ll give you what you need
For the next phase and flexing the metasex
and texting the specs with one hand
if all goes as planned
we can band together supersonic phonics
‘cause my chronically ill state relates
to Wilma, Freddy, Betty, Barney and Slate
He’s Superstone with a bone
(Beh-hey-hey-hee-haw!)
they and she saw and he saw
Me seesaw with ya pee paw
and ya mee maw

Chorus 1x

(“Stick it up yo ass!”)