Just Call Em Smokey

Sandwiched
Fuck! Why do I still eat McDonald’s after watching that Red-Haired fucker almost die from eating nothing but big macs in that fucking movie? And my stomach feel like it will drop right out of my ass? Why does good shit taste bad? And bad shit taste good?

Teletubbie Gangsta

Its a Shame

Love Without Nagel

Furries are People Too
Furries have been around for a looong time. Cartoons, comic books, and stuffed toys all have animals looking and acting likes real folks. But thanks to the internet (love you Pauly Wall) Furries are the new latex for sexual perversion. Furverts, if you will. Who doesn’t like to jack off to pictures of a kitty woman fucking a dog boy? Or putting on a raccoon suit and sucking off a Ninja Turtle? Word, son, word…

Punching Whidden
With all of the all of the misogyny and homophobia in the rap genre, I wanted to pontificate about violence as an art form. My friend Whidden is a true asshole. The kind of guy who spoils the endings of movies, and picks on everything around you. He’s also the webmaster of this very site, so he lives still..barely. I am happy to report that he has been jumped more then once by various people who he has offended for some reason or another. Fucker. Anyways, this is one of the first Smokey songs I wrote, and the bassline is nice and violent and punchy so I thought I’d punch Whidden with it. The verses are, believe it or not, freestyled on the spot, with a nice homosexual joke thrown in at the end to paralell violence and assfucking. But not before motherfucking, wife-swapping, and other forms of degradation. See, it IS art.

Fruit Cup
I know a fag when I see one…I’ll catch you slippin’…shot-out to my family for background vocals.

The Price of Fame

Andy Aint Gay

Yourmomdotcom

Another White Bitch

Brutha Funk

Johnny Crack
A true story. Its sad to see a talented motherfucker waste his talents on scoring crack all the fucking time. I’ve seen lots of them. I dig folks like Jeezy and Juelz making money off the hustle, more power to them. But I hate seeing the crackheads buying the product turn their productive lives into a mess of ghetto nothingness. I mean, fuck! Tell me the government didn’t throw that shit into the hood to wreck everything productive coming from minorities and poor folk? If I see another musician fuck shit up because he’s gotta get high I will fucking kill him. And that’s sad, because addiction is a disease but you still want to slap the fuck out of crackheads because they are so fucking worthless.

Froham Funeral
This is a track about realizing you’re going to die someday. Despite all rapper’s posturing and bragging, either someone is going to up and pop you or you are going to fucking get up and shit blood on the throne and croak. That sucks, and while I’m not obsessed with that fact, I do think about it probably more than I should. The beat I actually made while I was helping a youngster make his own eats…and I liked it, so I took it to my studio, and added to it…it has the dope-smoking but depressing vibe. So te first lines are about how good life is, but then I gets all Skeery and depressing on ya. Pretentious, thy name is Smokey. Slick Rick fans look for the lyrical reference in the song. I love you, Ricky Walters!

Yesterday’s Path