This song is daft Slim at its best and, though incomparable to his earlier work, finds a place here because it manages to be silly and funny without trying far too hard to be explicit and controversial like his Relapse work or the utter drivel of Encore. The third verse might just be the best of the bunch because of the Aquaman line, but the rhythm and vehemence in his voice makes them sound much stronger than the puerile couplets they really are. Perhaps only an honourable mention, but from his whiniest LP its good to see him having a bit of fun.
How long will I be this way? Shady until my dying day 'til I hang up the mic and it's time for me to say So long, 'til then I'll drop the f*cking bombs Like I missed the pass when I went long If you don't like it, you can kiss my ass in a lint thong Now sing along, slut this slut that, learn the words to the song! "Oh, b*tches don't like that", Homie, I'll be nicer to women When Aquaman drowns and the Human Torch starts swimming Man I'm a cold soul, I roll solo So don't compare me to them other bums over there It's like apples to oranges, peaches to plums, yeah I'm bananas, pussy - cut off the grapes and grow a pair But I swear, you try to diss me I'll slaughter you I put that on everything, like everyone does with Auto-tune The last thing you want to do is have me spit out a rhyme And say "I was writing this and I thought of you"
A mythical hedonist, a chronic solipsist, a poet armed with a mouth full of adjectives, a brain full of adverbs and a box full of laxatives. Writing words in a language that isn't real to impress people that I invented since The Big Bang.
