![]() His gun metaphors, once brazen but unfinished in their lasting effects, felt like Mike Tyson haymakers with lines like “ Them boys pussy, born without a backbone / And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones / Wet ' em up, I hope he got his towel on / I aim at your moon, and get my howl on.” The cleverness of “ I’m the fireman, she just call me when she steamin' / I wet her up, and put her out, and leave the bitch dreamin'” was never just about how the rhymes looked on paper, but in the newfound, effortless sleekness to each and every verse. ![]() The genius was never just in what Wayne said, but in the way he said it.
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