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3. “Where’s My Sex?”
Entitled much? Where’s my foreplay? Rivers originally wrote this one about trying to find his socks, but then decided at the last minute to make the song as off-putting and, at times, incestuous as possible. Hard pass.
2. “Tired of Sex”
Is it an actual banger? Yes. Is it about sex? You bet. Still, the last thing anyone wants to hear in the midst of coitus is a song about a chronically depressed man who is exhausted from casually ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ the entire town in the span of a single week.
1. “Butterfly”
It’s a slow jam, and it’s about the time Rivers brutally killed an insect most likely by suffocation. But a further inspection of the lyrics makes us think it might be some sort of metaphor. Either way, avoid it next time you go to pound town.