Lyrics Convoy - Blowfly

Convoy

As clouds covered the sun life wasn’t much fun
The world was on a real trip
All the record shops were because the truckers was on strike
There was many Blowfly records being shipped
sit behind a desk with some ho playin' with the hairs on his chest
As he slowly played with his beard
He said «Listen you motherfuckin' freaks!
We gotta get some records on the
streets!
A strike I’ve always feared»
I got up from where I was sittin'
I said «You've got to be bullshittin'
Is this the real ?»
I knew that picket line was gonna fuck us, so I got together with some of my
trucka’s
And I arranged Blowfly’s convoy
Yeah
Breaker 1−9, this is Cum Juice on the line.
Why, you wanna back off of our ass
by four or five yards?
Uh, this is breaker 1−9.
I can dig what 'chu putting' down, but we gotta stay
so close that we can smell each others farts
This is the real
I’m gonna join Blowfly’s convoy
I’m gonna join Blowfly’s convoy
Yeah
Convoy
In a no time we were across the state lines
Stopping' only for food and gas
At one of the truck stops a redneck in his shop was threatenin' to kick our ass
He was big and mean and mean and big and had «Baby Huey» written across his
chest
He weighed 445 and, man alive, his white ass was really a mess
He walked over to me as cool as can be and said «Ain't you boys on strike?»
Said «Its had to figure some of you niggers» as he slammed me across the back
I got up out of my chair and grabbed him by the ear and ran my finger into his
motherfuckin' eye
With one hand on his butt I rammed my knee in his nut as shit ran from between
his thighs
Yeah
Teach him to fuck with Blowfly
And when I said «I got to be movin' on»
This is the real
I’m gonna join Blowfly’s convoy
I’m gonna join Blowfly’s convoy
Convoy
Ahh, breaker 1−9, this is Cum Juice.
You wanna my ass a little bit, son?
You still motherfuckin' close
Ahh, Cum Juice this is breaker 1−9.
I repeat: we got to stay as tight as a
newborn baby’s asshole
Yeah
Convoy
We reached New York City and things looked shitty as there was no records on
the street
But their eyes caught fire when they saw Blowfly’er
They said «Hooray for the king of the freaks!»
I invited the young girls to my weird world as all of the motherfuckin' guys
followed
All of the sickos played my records in the discos and all of the bitches were
gettin' a holla'
On subways and byways and highways and airways Blowfly was all you could hear
They did they thing as the hoes began to sing
This is the real
I’m gonna join Blowfly’s convoy
I’m gonna join Blowfly’s convoy
Convoy
Ahh, breaker 1−9.
I’m gonna lay it on the line.
I sure would like to for you a
minute.
All the way up here you’ve been actin' like some fuckin' queer and when
I get my hands on your ass I’mma bury my fuckin' feet in it
Cum Juice, this is breaker 1−9, and I thought real fine any motherfuckin' thing
you say.
Now I wasn’t tryin' a harm ya' and I would just like to warn ya':
did you know that I was gay?
Ass
Bastard
Cunt
Dickhead
Eattin' pussy
Fuckin'
Good pussy
Hard dick
Intercourse
Juicy cunt
Kiss my ass
Long dick
My long dick
Oversized pussy
Prick
Quick nut
Rectum
Sissy
Turd
Unicorn ass
Very good pussy
Wild motherfucker
X for piece of ass
Your big pussy
Zombie pussy
Hey, Blowfly
Yeah.
What 'chu want, motherfucker?
My name is Clarence Reid, man.
You know me, don’t 'cha?
Hell no, who … Why should I know your motherfuckin' ass?
Because I’m responsible for your motherfuckin' ass.
That’s why your supposed to
know me
You fuckin' hit?
Well, I a bunch of hit
Well like what?
I created you motherfuckin' ass
Your a goddamn liar.
My …
Your a goddamn liar
You want me to kick you motherfuckin' ass, don’t 'cha?
Anyway, you think you big shit, don’t 'cha?
I am big shit!
you gotta fuckin' record
I’m the fuckin' star!
You think your real hot shit, but you ain’t shit, motherfucker.
To prove you
ain’t gotta lotta … you don’t even know your motherfuckin' album
Watch your fuckin' mouth!
Watch you fuckin' mouth!
I don’t play that shit!
What … Which letter did you forget?
I said all my fuckin' letters!
Your a goddamn liar!
motherfuckin' liar
You forgot «N»
I meant to forget that shit!
Or naw.
You forgot it intentionally.
Right?
I know I forgot «N.»
I that know I forgot «N.»
Get ready.
Did I forget «N?»
Okay.
If that’s the way you feel about it, fuck you then!
Fuck you!
Our relationship is dissolved!
More power to ya'!
Up your fuckin' ass!
You can kiss your own ass and act like a goose!
that motherfucka'!
Hey, Freddy.
I don’t want that motherfucker on my session no
mo'
don’t give a fuck who we
And tell either Clarence Reid or Blowfly have to on this motherfucker
Convoy
recorded motherfucker fuckin' with me, talking' 'bout he Clarence Reid
Better come on and join my convoy
Or this the real
Yeah