Let’s start with Buttered Up, which goes “Got me going crazy with that ass so fat…Got me going crazy with the smell of flapjacks” and has a hook that says, “Hey! Mrs Buttersworth….”. It’s stupid and obvious and there’s no way it should be as funny as it is.
The Minnesota rapper could be a joke, a novelty act, a flash in the pan. But then he pulls out lyrics like “Gravy get near/your bitch disappear/I call that shit magic” or he asks the hilarious question “”Hey Alexa, Hey Alexa, How many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?
It’s rare that the silly is blended so effortlessly with agility and intelligence.
So yeah, he’s a popular party rapper without much substance. And I’m totally good with that.
