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STANDOUT TRACK: No. 8, “Street Girl,” an absurdist ode to interracial love—OK, lust—set to a drum machine straight outta the early ’80s. On an album full of stereotypical hip-hop banter about bitches, blunts, and, um, “sex with dudes,” this is the only time Rex points out that he’s not black.

“The only projects I knew was from my physics class/You didn’t have much but that exquisite ass,” he tells his coveted big-booty ho. “You love grits and cocaine, both them shits white/So go ’head, girl, and let me holler at it.”

MUSICAL MOTIVATION: “I’d pretty much composed a whole album and run the whole gamut of what I like to sip on, what I like to smoke on—y’know, standard rap shit,” says Rex, aka 22-year-old Arlingtonian Christian Blunda.

Rex claims that the song’s lyrics are based in reality—and that there hasn’t been just one street girl in the life of this self-described “love dinosaur.” “I’m actually bringing in, like, seven or eight relationships, trying to tie them all into one,” he says.

ON THE OFFENSIVE: “I could tell that I was sort of crossing some lines as I addressed for the first time the subject of race,” says Rex, who elsewhere on the album threatens to “blaze up your vagina,” “suck butts and turds,” and even “pour Bacardi in the Porta Potti.”

Although “Street Girl” hasn’t yet united the races, Rex maintains that his racy rhyme at least appeals to a wide range of rap fans: “The kids that love it most,” he says, “are usually frat boys, jocks, and college bitches.”—Chris Shott