“Freak of the Week,” the 10th track off Iggy Azalea’s new album In My Defense, is the latest song to sample or interpolate Juicy J’s “Slob on My Knob” from the past few years.
On Azalea’s song, she keeps Juicy’s classic cadence alive, rapping:
I’m bout to move straight to Candy Cane Lane, baby, give me brainDo something strange in the back of the Range
Her rhyme scheme emulates Juicy J’s flow from the original:
Juicy is my name, sex is my gameLet’s call the boys, let’s run a train
The track, which is produced by J. White Did It, also features Juicy J.
Lately, Juicy has been enjoying the fruits of his labor as a hip-hop pioneer as his work continues to inspire the new generation of rappers. Earlier this year, Three 6 Mafia’s presence was felt throughout Megan Thee Stallion’s debut album Fever, with Juicy J producing and featuring on a handful of the tracks.
In 2017, “Slob on My Knob” was revitalized on A$AP Ferg’s Plain Jane, as well as G-Eazy’s No Limit. Genius previously broke down the history of the song in a video.
Juicy J originally wrote “Slob on My Knob” in an 11th-grade history class. Since then, the song has had an unforeseeable impact on hip-hop. From the classic “Yeah, hoe!” ad-lib (which also appears on Iggy’s new song) to their signature distorted, lo-fi effects, Three 6’s influence is all over modern hip-hop.
Read all the lyrics to Iggy Azalea’s In My Defense on Genius now.
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
DRUGS Gang, I'm in the zone
Aussie ho, I put my Country on
G shit, I'm what you ain't
6'4 dip with candy paint
I get done, what you can't
White bitch down slugs, and gangstas faint
I shut it down, go and hate
I had enough of these hoes
No time to waste
Amazing grace, embrace the place
You basic bitch, get out my face
I'm on the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
On the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x4]
Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x2]
Ugh
Enough of that
Now I'm finna kill this shit
Chordz 3D with another hit
Call me the pound
I'ma kill this bitch
Pound for pound around town
I'm the illest bitch
You see me, be the realest bitch
You high off mines
You snorting shit
Higher than a motherfucker
Better never been on other rhyme
In the gutter got them saying she the other color
Me and your man, secret agents, we under covers
My team on the scene, stay clean on these other brothers
Talk shit get his nut fucking nutter butter
Iggy Pop, I'm gone bitch, burn rubber
Bottles over here, more till I die
Sparkle every bottle, see the glare in my eye
Turned over here, it's the 4th of July
White, Black, Asian, Latin Hoes, Middle Eastern
It's time to show, we run this shit, gotta let them know
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x4]
Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x2]
White girl, team full of bad bitches
DRUGS Gang, I'm in the zone
Aussie ho, I put my Country on
G shit, I'm what you ain't
6'4 dip with candy paint
I get done, what you can't
White bitch down slugs, and gangstas faint
I shut it down, go and hate
I had enough of these hoes
No time to waste
Amazing grace, embrace the place
You basic bitch, get out my face
I'm on the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
On the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x4]
Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x2]
Ugh
Enough of that
Now I'm finna kill this shit
Chordz 3D with another hit
Call me the pound
I'ma kill this bitch
Pound for pound around town
I'm the illest bitch
You see me, be the realest bitch
You high off mines
You snorting shit
Higher than a motherfucker
Better never been on other rhyme
In the gutter got them saying she the other color
Me and your man, secret agents, we under covers
My team on the scene, stay clean on these other brothers
Talk shit get his nut fucking nutter butter
Iggy Pop, I'm gone bitch, burn rubber
Bottles over here, more till I die
Sparkle every bottle, see the glare in my eye
Turned over here, it's the 4th of July
White, Black, Asian, Latin Hoes, Middle Eastern
It's time to show, we run this shit, gotta let them know
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x4]
Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x2]
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