The first lines we hear from Cakes Da Killa on his sophomore release, The Eulogy, are "Pockets stay on swole, peep the motherf**king cash flow, niggas pay my loans just to finger f**k my asshole". That's a real hard opening—rhetorically. As boasts, these lines are reminiscent of Hard Core era Lil Kim and monologues from Bad Girls Club cast members. There's an eloquence in the lack of f**ks given. Dude puts it all out there over a beat that's a Pied Piper call for everyone that's ever googled instructional twerk videos, or participated in a "skin to win" contest. For those who feel that "ratchet" is not severe enough to describe your outlook on life, you have a new patron saint. The Eulogy, is Cakes' coming out party—in the debutante sense—his full length debut, showcasing twelve songs of amped up, shit talking set to beats that would overtake the world of competitive cheerleading—if only, there weren't multiple, explicit descriptions of anal ...