Perhaps you’ve already heard Riskay’s smooth hip-hop jam and
obvious solution to catching your philandering fella in the act, Smell Yo Dick.
This is not the first
time in the history of this musical genre when the laughter stops and you
discover it’s not meant to be ironic, and will in fact sell a zillion records.
And as long as R. Kelly is recording, it will not be the last. The thing is, this
little ditty has been stuck in my head all day and it’s not entirely unlike the
first time I heard much lauded pop star Rihanna’s ode to infidelity. So get ready Riskay, because I smell bidding
war! Or maybe that’s just dick.
