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Ken Kaniff
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Oh fuck yeah
Give 'em a piece of my mind
A piece of my ass
(Thanks for waiting, this is, may I help you?)
Oh thank you
I need to make a collect call
(What number?)
Oh
The numbers 62
(At the tone, please say your name)
Kennith Kaniff, from Connecticut
Automated piece of shit
Yo
Hey there cockboy
Who's this?
This is Ken Kaniff
Who?
Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, little bitch
From Connecticut?
Yeah you wanna get a
I don't know nobody in Connecticut
You wanna get a hotel room with me?
A hotel room?
Yeah, you want me to lick your ass, Eminem?
Ha, yo, wh, who is this? Cage?
Hey, pa ha
You want me to fuckin' melt in your mouth and not in your hand?
Melt in your ass, ya little cockboy
Yo shut up you little bitch
Oh you think I'm lyin', huh?
Ha ha
The lyrics to Aristotle's song "Ken Kaniff" revolves around an unidentified person who is trying to make a collect call to Ken Kaniff from Connecticut. The singer is clearly agitated and is ready to give Ken a piece of his/her mind. The call is connected to an automated system, which prompts the singer to leave a message. The singer then identifies himself/herself as Kenneth Kaniff from Connecticut and proceeds to insult the automated system.
Suddenly, the call is answered by a man who refers to the singer as "cockboy." The man identifies himself as Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, but the singer seems to doubt his identity. Ken then suggests that they get a hotel room together and asks if the singer wants him to lick his ass. The singer responds aggressively, calling Ken a "little bitch" and telling him to shut up.
Overall, the lyrics seem to be a sarcastic commentary on the culture of toxic masculinity and the ways in which people use phone calls to assert dominance over one another. The singer is clearly in a position of power, and his/her insults towards Ken are meant to show his/her superiority. The lyrics also contain a fair amount of vulgarity and sexual innuendo, which further underscores the theme of domination and control.
Line by Line Meaning
Call this mother fucker
I would like to communicate with this individual.
Oh fuck yeah
Give 'em a piece of my mind
A piece of my ass
I am excited to share my thoughts, opinions, and possibly my posterior with this person.
(Thanks for waiting, this is, may I help you?)
Oh thank you
I need to make a collect call
(What number?)
Oh
The numbers 62
(At the tone, please say your name)
Kennith Kaniff, from Connecticut
Automated piece of shit
I am making a collect call to this person, identifying myself as Kennith Kaniff from Connecticut, and expressing my distaste for the automated nature of the call system.
Yo
Hey there cockboy
Who's this?
This is Ken Kaniff
Who?
Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, little bitch
From Connecticut?
Yeah you wanna get a
I don't know nobody in Connecticut
You wanna get a hotel room with me?
A hotel room?
Yeah, you want me to lick your ass, Eminem?
Ha, yo, wh, who is this? Cage?
Hey, pa ha
You want me to fuckin' melt in your mouth and not in your hand?
Melt in your ass, ya little cockboy
Yo shut up you little bitch
Oh you think I'm lyin', huh?
Ha ha
I am calling this person, Ken Kaniff, to initiate a conversation. I propose the idea of getting a hotel room together and performing various sexual acts, specifically offering to lick this person's ass. This person, apparently not knowing anyone from Connecticut, refuses and questions my identity. I continue to make crude sexual propositions, calling the other person names and insisting that they believe me.
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Written by: Marshall B Mathers
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