Straight to the dirty version (c’mon, I know what you want, filthbags) and over a loop of arabesque frills, a rapper sings about the delights of doin’ the nasty while a group of backing singers orgasm in the background. The problem I’ve got with this stuff is that if you talked like that to any woman I know they’d batter you. And what’s worse, they wouldn’t give ya none. Homes.