BFB DA PACKMAN AND SADA BABY’S “FREE JOE EXOTIC” IS ABSURD, EXTREMELY FUNNY, AND SOMEHOW RATHER POIGNANT
It seems that even in the age of social distancing, kindred spirits can still find each other.
Take Michigan rappers Bfb Da Packman and Sada Baby. A couple of worldclass shit talkers who were able to link up amid a global pandemic and create the viral sensation: “Free Joe Exotic”.
Packman is a heavyset rapper from Flint who was more or less unknown a week ago. He’s proudly anti-condom, cause hey, these days you gotta stand for something or you stand for nothing at all. He raps about sex in overly graphic way that calls to mind ODB and is generally more comic that carnal. (Sample lyric “Rihanna got warts, in that case, bitch, herpe me”)
He’s got a self-deprecating streak that would make Fatlip blush. Mostly he raps about sex, being overweight, sex, having STDs (is it a joke?), selling and taking drugs, more sex, and food.
He’s beautiful and perfect in each way.
Sada Baby and Packman both seem to subscribe to the Eric Andre/Tim Heidecker school of comedy in which a joke is only funny if you’re willing to sell it to the point of extreme discomfort. Hip hop and comedy have been intertangles since forever, and Sada and Pack easily glide between the two, often on the same bars.
That’s the real reason the video for “Free Joe Exotic” has over a million views. These dudes are hilarious and really good at what they do. The attention-grabbing title is thankfully not the content of this track, aside from a few shoutouts.
BFB DA PACKMAN x SADA BABY - “FREE JOE EXOTIC”
“Free Joe Exotic” somehow manages to live up to its sex-pradator namesake by being flagrately absurd, extremely funny, and somehow rather poignant.
“Hmm, fuck a pandemic, Flint water been fucked up, huh. Ain't nobody send nobody there to help us, huh.”
Lead pipes still abound in Flint, despite the crisis reaching national attention four years ago. There’s a long list of people and policy failures that led to this catastrophe, but the reason the crisis priests today is horrifyingly obvious. It’s why the streets have been filled this summer and will continue to be. Shit would never happen 100 miles away in East Grand Rapids, that’s more certain than the sun rising tomorrow.
If you are able, please consider donating to the United Way or other local charity orgs. Sorry to end such a fun song on a serious note, but such is 2020 and this clusterfuck of a country.
Calvin Paradise is not any one thing. The half-hearted vagabond and forgetful luddite currently resides in Los Angeles and how he spends his time is none of your damned business.