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blowfly - convoy lyrics

[intro]
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

[verse 1]
[?] 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 motherf-ckin’ 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 bullsh-ttin’
is this the real [?]?”
i knew that picket line was gonna f-ck us, so i got together with some of my trucka’s
and i arranged blowfly’s convoy
yeah

[spoken]
breaker 1-9, this is c-m juice on the line. why, you wanna back off of our -ss 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

[chorus]
this is the real [?]
i’m gonna join blowfly’s convoy
[?]
i’m gonna join blowfly’s convoy

yeah
convoy

[verse 2]
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 -ss
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 -ss 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 n-ggers” 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 motherf-ckin’ eye
with one hand on his b-tt i rammed my knee in his nut as sh-t ran from between his thighs
yeah
teach him to f-ck with blowfly
and when [?] i said “i got to be movin’ on”

[chorus]
this is the real [?]
i’m gonna join blowfly’s convoy
[?]
i’m gonna join blowfly’s convoy

convoy

[spoken]
ahh, breaker 1-9, this is c-m juice. you wanna [?] my -ss a little bit, son? you still [?] motherf-ckin’ close
ahh, c-m juice this is breaker 1-9. i repeat: we got to stay as tight as a newborn baby’s -ssh0l- [?]

yeah
convoy

[verse 3]
we reached new york city and things looked sh-tty 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 motherf-ckin’ guys followed
all of the sickos played my records in the discos and all of the b-tches 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

[chorus]
this is the real [?]
i’m gonna join blowfly’s convoy
[?]
i’m gonna join blowfly’s convoy

convoy

[spoken]
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 f-ckin’ queer and when i get my hands on your -ss i’mma bury my f-ckin’ feet in it
c-m juice, this is breaker 1-9, and i thought [?] real fine any motherf-ckin’ 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 g-y?

[verse 4]
a
-ss
b
b-st-rd
c
c-nt
d
d-ckhead
e
eattin’ p-ssy
f
f-ckin’
g
good p-ssy
h
hard d-ck
i
intercourse
j
juicy c-nt
k
kiss my -ss
l
long d-ck
m
my long d-ck
o
oversized p-ssy
p
pr-ck
q
quick nut
r
r-ct-m
s
sissy
t
t-rd
u
unicorn -ss
v
very good p-ssy
w
wild motherf-cker
x
x for piece of -ss
y
your big p-ssy
z
zombie p-ssy

[spoken]
hey, blowfly
yeah. what ‘chu want, motherf-cker?
my name is clarence reid, man. you know me, don’t ‘cha?
h-ll no, who … why should i know your motherf-ckin’ -ss?
because i’m responsible for your motherf-ckin’ -ss. that’s why your supposed to know me
you [?] f-ckin’ hit [?]?
well, i [?] a bunch of hit [?]
well like what?
i created you motherf-ckin’ -ss
your a godd-mn liar. my …
your [?] a godd-mn liar
you want me to kick you motherf-ckin’ -ss, don’t ‘cha?
anyway, you think you big sh-t, don’t ‘cha?
i am big sh-t!
[?] you gotta f-ckin’ record
i’m the f-ckin’ star!
you think your real hot sh-t, but you ain’t sh-t, motherf-cker. to prove you ain’t gotta lotta … you don’t even know your motherf-ckin’ album [?]
watch your f-ckin’ mouth! watch you f-ckin’ mouth! i don’t play that sh-t!
what … which letter did you forget?
i said all my f-ckin’ letters!
your a godd-mn liar!
[?] motherf-ckin’ liar
you forgot “n”
i meant to forget that sh-t!
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, f-ck you then!
f-ck you!
our relationship is dissolved!
more power to ya’!
[?]
up your f-ckin’ -ss!
[?]
you can kiss your own -ss and act like a goose!
[?]
[?] that motherf-cka’! hey, freddy. i don’t want that motherf-cker on my session no mo’
[?] don’t give a f-ck who we [?]
and tell [?] either clarence reid or blowfly have to [?] on this motherf-cker

[outro, spoken]
convoy
[?] recorded motherf-cker f-ckin’ with me, talking’ ’bout he clarence reid
better come on and join my convoy
or this the real [?]
yeah

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