Get ready for pure shock value and unapologetic storytelling with “Rap Sons,” one of the most outrageous cuts from That Mexican OT’s latest album Recess, dropping on Friday, August 15, 2025. The Bay City, Texas rapper—known for his wild humor, raw Southern grit, and rapid-fire lyricism—pushes boundaries here, blending absurd narratives with brash punchlines over a booming, bass-heavy beat. Following tracks like Hate Being Famous and Johnny Dang, this song doubles down on OT’s mix of street energy and mischievous wit.
On “Rap Sons,” That Mexican OT takes on the role of a sarcastic “rap stepdad,” firing off exaggerated, jaw-dropping verses that combine Southern hip-hop swagger with a twisted comedic edge. It’s offensive, hilarious, and unforgettable—exactly the kind of track that cements his reputation as one of Texas’s most unpredictable rap storytellers. Scroll down to read the full Rap Sons lyrics and experience That Mexican OT’s unfiltered, over-the-top persona in full force.
| Lead Vocals | That Mexican OT |
| Songwriter | That Mexican OT |
| Music Producer | Bankroll Got It, DinoPathekas & Papii |
| Label | Manifest Music, Inc, GoodTalk, Good Money Global & Capitol Records |
| Release Date | August 15, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Manifest Music, Inc, GoodTalk, Good Money Global & Capitol Records |
Lyrics of Rap Sons by That Mexican OT
[Intro]
(Bankroll Got It)
(Ayo, Is That That Mexican OT?)
[Verse 1]
Wavin’ My Middle Finger, Hoping Everyone Sees It
I Got A B!tch Tied Up In The Basement, I Gotta Go Feed It (Help)
I Must Be Immune To A*s ’cause It Ain’t Burnin’ When I’m Peein’
Put Actavis In The Slab And Later On, It Started Leanin’
Switch The Engine In That B!tch, Now I’m Ridin’ ’round With The Demon
Feeling Like My Name Is Tom, ’cause At Your Mom’s I’ll Be Peekin’
Got The Clap From That Slut, Now My Dick Won’t Stop Leakin’ (Oh)
Now I Guess I’m Your Stepdaddy, You Can Come Over For The Weekend
But If You F**k Up, I’ma Whoop You Like You Ain’t Mine
And On Top Of That, Your Stupid A*s Is Grounded
And Every Night You Gotta Stay Home To Listen To Me Pound It
When I’m Done, I Walk Into Your Room, Like,
“What The F**k You Gon’ Do About It?”
Smack Him Up And Spit On Him, I Laugh While He Poutin’ (Haha)
You Think Your Mom Wants To Sit On Another Dick? B!tch, I Doubt It (Mm-hmm)
So I Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere, You Better Get Used To All This Clownin’
Now I’m About To Drop Dick In Your Mom And Cause A Power Outage
[Chorus]
Oh, I Got A Whole Lot Of B!tches Sayin’ They Pregnant With My Kid
I Got To Tell ’em Every Time, “That Whack A*s Rapper Ain’t My Son”
I Got A Whole Lot Of B!tches Sayin’ They Pregnant With My Kid
I Got To Tell ’em Every Time, “That Whack A*s Rapper Ain’t My Son”
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I Hop In And Out Of They Life Once Or Twice To Play Peekaboo
Then I Hide For A Couple Of Years, Probably Three Or Two
Goddamn, This Baby Ugly, But That’s Just Between Me And You
I Can’t Believe I F**ked You, Girl, You Look Like Beetlejuice
This Other B!tch Say, “I Know He Yours, He Came Out With Boots On”
I Say, “F**k That, He Just A Poser, I Know That You Wrong”
I Know That Ain’t My Guy Kid, B!tch, ’cause I F**ked You In The A*s
You Can’t Pop Up On Me Three Years Later, That’s Just The Past
I Ain’t Your Buddy, B, You Nothin’ To Me, You Like Your Mom, You Ugly
I Remember F**kin’ Your Mother Underneath The Ugly Tree
“Stepdaddy, Ot, I Want To Dress Up Just Like You”
“There Is No One On This Earth Who Likes You More Than I Like You”
Okay, Bro, Suck It Easy And Take My Dick Out Your Mouth
Ridin’ Dick Without No License, You Deserve The Big House
I Take My Louis Belt Off And Put It Right On Their Buns
Huh, I’m Sick Of My Rap Sons
I Take My Louis Belt Off And Put It Right On Their Buns
Huh, I’m Sick Of My Rap Sons
[Chorus]
Oh, I Got A Whole Lot Of B!tches Sayin’ They Pregnant With My Kid
I Got To Tell ’em Every Time, “That Whack A*s Rapper Ain’t My Son”
I Got A Whole Lot Of B!tches Sayin’ They Pregnant With My Kid
I Got To Tell ’em Every Time, “That Whack A*s Rapper Ain’t My Son”
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