Like most Lil B songs, “Violate that Bitch” gets more interesting the more you pay attention to it, but on the surface it’s a fun song with a cool beat and a hook about mouth-fucking someone else’s girlfriend. The consensuality of this act is not mentioned. He says a bunch of other shit in the song too — that his nuts look like raisins, that he looks like a lesbian, that (if you’re reading the same lyrics site I am) he’s going to give your girlfriend “an iPad dick” — but I think it’s fair to say that the force of a chorus will always overpower the nuance of a verse. So to see B stop rapping that song outright—not even picking it back up afterwards, which stunned me—in order to clarify what he’d only briefly and clumsily hinted at in its Youtube video’s description field; that it was a song about physical and ferocious but necessarily consensual intercourse; that, further, it dealt with a complicated and hard-to-elucidate facet of human sexuality, rather than promoted a brute-forcing through that complication; that we should put our drinks down and actually flip off sexual offenders, which really does sound silly on paper but, when taken in context as part of the mélange of performative acts asked of the audience at a good show, felt meaningful; I can’t tell you how it was to be there. No other performer has ever asked me to trust them like that, and I have seen no other performer assume that their audience would readily accept that challenge.
“Vans,” on the other hand, is a terrific song about sneakers.
This is what swag means.
(Source: oldtobegin)
