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Pop a Molly—I’m Raping—Wooooo!

By Khalil Amani

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Anybody who knows me knows that I'm a Rick Ross dick phallus-rider! Mainly 'cause we grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same high school, (albeit Ross was a lil Bebe Kid when I was roaming the streets of Miami Carol City). He made me proud to be from the 3-0-5!



But homie! Dawg! What's this new song you have out talkin' 'bout slipping a chick a Molly just to hit the skins? I can't cosign that! I mean, like, I messes with you heavvvvy! I defended your use of the name "Rick Ross" against that dude who helped destroy the black community with his dope-peddling proclivities! I rode (blogged) for you against Feddicent (50) who, up until you stepped on the scene—was notorious for ending rap careers! I didn't care that you were a Correctional Officer! (Hey! I was a stripper!) I even rode for you against the Black Gangster Disciples (I rock a Star of David too!) and this is how ya gonna do me? (Pause)—rape one of my daughters by slipping a Molly in her dranky-drank?


Ross raps, “Put Molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it / I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain’t even know it.” SMH (furiously!) Nigga! You could’ve rapped, “Put Molly in MY champagne/she ain’t even know it/ I took her home and enjoyed that, she ain’t even know it!” I hear Molly makes a nigga crazy in the sack. She would’ve thought that your bedroom game was top-notch, never knowing that you need Molly to achieve an erection and have decent staying-power. But no! You gave her a date-rape drug! You’re advocating rape fool!



Hey Ross! How would you like it if a woman slipped an appetite suppressor in your bucket of chicken? "And you didn't even know it? And she took it home and enjoyed that!"


I have grown-ass single daughters in Miami, Atlanta and Denver. I'm-a need you to understand that! But not just for my daughters’ sake, but for all (black) women! That shit ain't the business! Do you really think it's cool to slip a Molly, a Ruphie or whatever the new drug of choice is in a chick's drink just to hit the Nappy Dugout? Are you that desperate for coochie? Ross! This is date-rape! This is rape! And rape will get you 10 to 20 in the pokey my dude! Eff’s wrong with you?


I see now that I'm-a have to start calling you by your gov’ment—William Roberts. Why? Because I want you to feel comfortable when the po-po puts your butt in jail for date-rape. In a dark and dingy room they're gonna yell, "William Roberts! Bend over and grab your nut-sack and cough two times!" Won't be no mo' Rick Ross/Ricky Rozay! If what you rapped about on this song is true and the woman decides to press charges, you've snitched on yourself! They're gonna use your music against you. And when they do, maybe this will be the time that you come clean to the world and tell us you've never sold a brick—never ran with the Boobie Boys—never knew Noriega (“the real Noriega”) and were no hoo-rida. All of your raps—it's just entertainment—even the Molly ish. That will be your only defense.


There are all kinds of criminals in the world, but a rapist ranks among the scourge of the penitentiary. Murders don't like child-molesters and rapists and you, William Roberts are aligning yourself with a motley-crew of miscreants who are the lowest  of the low on the pecking order of criminality—sexual criminals.


Its one thing when some fat, broke, no-name ninja stoops to these levels of cunning to get some stank (and still, that is no excuse!), but a multimillionaire? Schemin’ to get some trim! All that moolah and you still have to trick a chick with Molly to get her between the sheets? What gives?


I mean, even when I was broke–as-a-joke—pushin’ a yellow hand-painted 1968 Dodge Dart with Flintstone brakes—I never had to scheme to get sex!


We’ve gone from “Pop a Molly, I’m sweatin’” to “Pop a Molly, I’m raping! Woooo!” Is that where we’re at hip-hop? Or is this just a case of a rapper who has a fetish for taking poonanny from chicks who are so drunk, inebriated, and high (because, unbeknowest to them, he slipped them a Molly) that they can hardly remember being ran through by an overweight sweaty man?


Right about now William—you need to get your P.R. people on this and make some amends to all the women of the world and particularly and specifically, chicks that love hip-hop. You have made it dangerous for a lot of women, because you know ninjas are gonna try to emulate what you rap about. It’s time for you to recognize that Freedom of Speech isn’t necessarily free. You’ve stepped over the line with this song William! What are you prepared to do about it?


Khalil Amani writes for DJ Kay Slay’s Originators Magazine & Straight Stuntin Magazine. Amani also writes for Hoodgrown, Maybach and Sext Magazines. Amani blogs at He is the author of six books, including the ground-breaking book, “Hip-Hop Homophobes…” 07). Amani is gay hip-hop’s self-proclaimed straight advocate. Visit The Coonerific One at Follow on Facebook/Twitter @khalilamani. Youtube @ yahweh 12

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