CitrusTheDP

Tucson

Citrus The Drunken Prophet is like a mango at a cocktail party in the desert of Tucson, Arizona. Born from the cosmic collision of pansexual vibes and the lyrical alchemy of a mad scientist, Citrus spits rhymes that peel back the layers of reality like a psychedelic onion. Hailing from the land where the saguaros whisper secrets at midnight, Citrus isn’t your average rapper. Their beats pulse with the heartbeat of a shamanic journey through the matrix, where spirituality meets the truth about those slick, shapeshifting reptilian overlords we’re all secretly dancing to the tune of. With a flow smoother than a lizard on a slip 'n slide, Citrus weaves tales of enlightenment and the occasional interdimensional karaoke night. They’re not just dropping bars; they’re dropping truth bombs wrapped in neon pink existential crisis. So grab your third eye and a margarita—Citrus The Drunken Prophet is here to remind you that the real world is weirder than fiction, and the dance floor is al