I wasn’t going to post this, but I said frig it. With all this hoopla going on right now with Smorgasbord 3, and my investigation into the Kennedy assassination/sacrifice, I was shown something that I couldn’t pass up on showing you.
Rose Elizabeth Fitzgerald Kennedy was JFK’s mother, and John Jr., Patrick, Arabella, and Caroline are JFK’s children.
Caroline is the only one who is still alive today.
With all the unfortunate events surrounding the Kennedy family, some straight up acts of personal violence, some questionable, and some accidental, I couldn’t help but think this was a taunt to Caroline who is the only surviving child of our former President.
On September 23, 2003, the hip hop group OutKast released a double album set, Speakerboxx and The Love Below.
Track 9 on The Love Below Album is titled Roses. I bought this CD set and played it in my car when it first came out, but never thought anything about it.
Now, I believe Roses should be “Rose’s” because the song directs more hatred and anger towards the Kennedy family, but more specifically, Rose’s grand daughter, Caroline who’s JFK’s only (Begotten Sun) surviving child.
Here’s the lyrics, and I must say, at the time I thought this was cool, now, I’m like what kind of fucking song is this? Notice too, instead of saying down to earth, he says “down to mars.” “Real guys go for real, down-to-Mars girls.”
Lyrics
Caroline (Caroline), see, Caroline
All the guys would say she’s mighty fine (mighty fine)
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time
And the other half either got you
Cussed out or coming up short
Yeah, now dig this, now even though (even though)
You’d need a golden calculator to divide (to divide)
The time it took to look inside and realize
That real guys go for real down-to-Mars girls, haha, yeah
I know you’d like to think your shit don’t stank, but
Lean a little bit closer, see
Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
I know you’d like to think your shit don’t stank, but
Lean a little bit closer, see
Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Caroline (Caroline)
See she’s the reason for the word “Bitch” (bitch)
I hope she’s speedin’ on the way to the club
Tryna hurry up to get to a baller or singer or somebody like that
And try to put on her makeup in the mirror and crash, crash
Crash into a ditch (just playin’)
She needs a golden calculator to divide (to divide)
The time it takes to look inside and realize
That real guys go for real down-to-Mars girls, yeah
I know you’d like to think your shit don’t stank, but
Lean a little bit closer, see
Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
I know you’d like to think your shit don’t stank, but
Lean a little bit closer, see
Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Well, she’s got a hottie’s body but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party, she was hardly acting naughty
I said, “Shawty, would you call me?”
She said, “Pardon me, are you balling?”
I said, “Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausing”
Oh, so you’re one them freaks
Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt
But game been peeped, droppin’ names, she’s weak
Trickin’ off this bitch is lost, must take me for a geek
A quick way to eat, a neat place to sleep
A rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat
No go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless, we don’t want to get involved with all them lawyers
And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom
I wanna see your support bra, not support you
(Not support you, not support you)
I know you’d like to think your shit don’t stank, but
Lean a little bit closer, see
Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
I know you’d like to think your shit don’t stank, but
Lean a little bit closer, see
Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, I
I know you’d like to think your shit don’t stank, but
Lean a little bit closer, see
Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
I know you’d like to think your shit don’t stank, but
Lean a little bit closer, see
Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasing cars
What happens when the dough gets low?
Bitch, you ain’t that fine, no way, no way, no way
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasing cars
What happens when the dough gets low?
Bitch, you ain’t that fine, no way, no way, no way
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
crazy bitch
(Stupid-ass bitch) crazy bitch
(Old punk-ass bitch) crazy bitch
(Old dumb-ass bitch) crazy bitch
(A bitch’s bitch) crazy bitch
(Just a bitch) crazy bitch
(Stupid-ass bitch) crazy bitch
(Old punk-ass bitch) crazy bitch
(Old dumb-ass bitch) crazy bitch
(A bitch’s bitch) crazy bitch
(Just a bitch)
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Benjamin Andre / Boykin Matthew Roy
Roses lyrics © Chrysalis Music, Gnat Booty Music, Bmg Monarch, Seven Sax