Cardi B, the Rap artist who sings WAP |
A day of reckoning is coming for the United States.
The word God is an abbreviation of the name "good." God's actual name in Hebrew is four-letters, YHWH, and it is pronounced (without vowels) like the sound you make when you breathe.
Every time you see the name LORD (all capitals in English) in your Bible, it is the English translation of the Hebrew name YHWH.
"Let everything that has breath praise the LORD." (Psalm 150:6)
God is good. But to mock the LORD is the opposite of praising the LORD. Sin mocks the Creator, and a people who celebrate sin and mock the LORD will face a harsh and severe judgement.
God is the author of the breath of your life, and when you take your last breath, you will return to the One who made you and gives you purpose. God created us to reflect His good nature.
We are to live humble, disciplined lives as we look out for the interests of other people and restrain ourselves from selfish ambitions, keeping our power, gifts, and strengths channeled for His glory and the good of others. We are called to respect other people and their property (e.g. "don't envy people or steal their property"), to abstain from sexual immorality (e.g. "sexual union with multiple partners is an outward sign of idol worship and of a disunion from the One true God"), and to constantly remember that this life is but a blink compared to eternity, and one day there comes a reckoning with YHWH on how you spent the time in which He gave you breath.
To rebel against God's commandments is the definition of sin. Rebellion is man's way of mocking the Creator.
If you want to know why America is unraveling at the seams, look no further than today's #1 song in the USA. Released August 7, 2020, by Rap Artist (?) Cardi B, WAP stands for "Wet Ass Pussy." Since it's release, it is approaching 100,000,000 views on YouTube, and it has set the world record for the most number of download streams.
Here are the words. WARNING: Do not read if you are offended by vulgarity, sexual immorality, profanity, racial epithets, and general godlessness (source LyricFind).
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I said, certified freakSeven days a week
Wet ass pussy
Make that pull-out game weak, wooYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy
Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge
Extra-large and extra hard
Put this pussy right in your face
Swipe your nose like a credit card
Hop on top, I wanna ride
I do a kegel while it's inside
Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes
This pussy is wet, come take a dive
Tie me up like I'm surprised
Let's role play, I wear a disguise
I want you to park that big Mack truck
Right in this little garage
Make it cream, make me scream
Out in public, make a scene
I don't cook, I don't clean
But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy)
Gobble me, swallow me, drip down inside of me
Quick jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me
I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be
I run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me
Talk your shit, bite your lip
Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick)
You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang
He already made his mind up 'fore he came
Now get your boots and your coat
For this wet ass pussy
He bought a phone just for pictures
Of this wet ass pussy
Pay my tuition just to kiss me
On this wet ass pussy
Now make it rain if you wanna
See some wet ass pussy
Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker
I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker
Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra
With a hook in it, hope it lean over
He got some money, then that's where I'm headed
Pussy A1, just like his credit
He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it
I let him taste it, now he diabetic
I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp
I wanna gag, I wanna choke
I want you to touch that little dangly dang
That swang in the back of my throat
My head game is fire, punani Dasani
It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy
I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me
I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo
Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes
Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating
Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in
Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating
In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya
If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder
Big D stand for big demeanor
I could make you bust before I ever meet ya
If it don't hang, then he can't bang
You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain
If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"
When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy
Now from the top, make it drop
That's some wet ass pussy
Now get a bucket and a mop
That's some wet ass pussy
I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP
That's some wet ass pussy
Macaroni in a pot
That's some wet ass pussy, uh
(There's some whores in this house)
(There's some whores in this house)
"The song WAP received critical acclaim and was praised for its sex-positive messages."
The sex-positive movement is a social and philosophical movement that seeks to change cultural attitudes and norms around sexuality, promoting the recognition of sexuality (in the countless forms of expression) as a natural and healthy part of the human experience and emphasizing the importance of personal sovereignty, safer sex practices, and consensual sex (free from violence or coercion). It covers every aspect of sexual identity including gender expression, orientation, relationship to the body (body-positivity, nudity, choice), relationship-style choice, and reproductive rights. Sex-positivity is "an attitude towards human sexuality that regards all consensual sexual activities as fundamentally healthy and pleasurable, encouraging sexual pleasure and experimentation. The sex-positive movement also advocates for comprehensive sex education and safe sex as part of its campaign. The movement generally makes no moral distinctions among types of sexual activities, regarding these choices as matters of personal preference."
I am speechless.
In my next post, I will tell you the true story of a man hanged on Friday, August 15, 1873, in Fort Smith, Arkansas, for his crimes in Oklahoma. His name was John Childers. He lived his life in full rebellion against the Creator, and his crimes were well-known to the 5,000 who came to witness his public execution.
The trap door flipped open and John's body fell, his hooded face tilted to the side as the rope snapped his neck. At that precise moment, a lightning bolt from a lone dark cloud over Fort Smith struck the gallows, accompanied by an enormous clap of thunder. The wood of the gallows, set on fire from heaven above, showered the people with thousands of sparks. Screams filled the courtyard.
When the crowd's roar finally grew quiet, and as John's body quivered in the final throes of life, an ashen-faced, trembling black woman cried loudly, "John Childers' soul has gone to hell!"
If that woman speaks the truth, and a day of judgment for Cardi B and America does not come, soon, then God will need to apologize to John Childers.