his is Blowfly, the master of class
And I'm here to sock some soul to your ass
Guys and girls, bull dykes and fakkits
Gonna rap in your ear till your ass get ragged
If the world should end I'll be under no strain
I'd blast right off with my ding-a-ling
Gonna rap to all you motherfukkers
About my best friends, those no-good truckers
Ride down the road carrying a load
Feeling more sexy than a pregnant toad
Checking out the scene on my CB
Cause I don't want no bears fukking with me
That's a big 10-4, good buddy
Smoking weed, feeling fine
When suddenly I see a blue light behind
Uh, caller dikkhead, check out my crack
I think I got a bear on my back
He's on my ass and that's no joke
But I'm gonna leave that blue light motherfukker in the smoke
10-4
Said hih, ha, hih, ha, hih, ha, ha
Hih, ha, hih, ha, hih, heh, heh
1-2, I said fukk you
3-4, your mammy's a whore
5-6, check out this dikk, yeah
While I was going around the corner, doing about 80
Looking between the thighs of some big p*ssy lady
While checking out the thighs of this fine ho
I could tell she had a lotta ass below
But stopped up ahead for a bite to eat
I said, "Hey bytch, give me some of this fine meat"
She said, "I got it here, so come on with it
But just make sure you got enough meat to get it"
I said, "My hands are large, and my prick is bigger
Just open up your eyes while I pull my trigger, yeah"
I grabbed the bytch by the hair and then headed for the room
She had a fine body, but a face like a c00n
She sat on the bed and pulled off her clothes
As the funk from her p*ssy started fukkin' with my nose
Suddenly I find that it all was a waste
Cause there was a big prick staring me in the face
I kicked it with my feet and hit it with my hand
What I thought was a bytch was nothing but a man
An you know what I did then, huh
I said uh, I said ah
I said uh, ah, uh, ah, ah
Uh, I said ah
I said uh, ah, uh, ah, ah
And I got the hell out of there, that's what I did
So I grabbed my shyt and got back in the truck
And I thought to myself, "What the fukk"
After messing up my day and spoiling my plans
I said to myself I can still use my hand
Thought about the fine bytch I had back home
And suddenly I couldn't help but to play with my bone, yeah
While riding to the state of Alabama
In a little town where I loved to ramble
I went in this bar, said "What the heck
Motherfukkerer no good redneck
Some a$$hole at the end of the bar
Said, "Hey, ****** boy, do you know who you are?"
I pulled out my dikk and broke the bartenders glass
And I said, "All you motherfukkers can't kick my ass"
I remember what my daddy said one night
He said, "******s pricks is bigger than whites"
But my black ass was in for a big surprise
Cause that cracker's dikk was three times my size
And of course you know, that isn't a big 10-4
Uh, I said, "Feets, don't y'all fail me now
Let's get the hell outta here"
He said, "Boy, I'm gon' kick your ass till your head turn blue
There ain't nothing I hate worser than a ****** or Jew"
I said, "Are you sure you wanna fukk with me?
I'm a distant cousin to Muhammad Ali"
Suddenly his big prick began to shrink
He said, "Come on, boy, let's have a drink"
Those rednecks in the corner started getting up outta their seats
Carrying big clubs, wearing white sheets
He said, "Listen ****** man
I'm the grand dragon of the Ku Klux Klan"
He said, "There's no ****** badder than me
Motherfukk you and Muhammad Ali"
I threw my drink in his face and I started to run
As I felt the lead from his shotgun
I got in my rig and covered up my face
And I drove my truck through that motherfukking place
Hoes started to run with glass in their hair
And the cracker's ass was flying everywhere
The grand dragon was on the ground with his ass bloody
And I looked at him, I said, "10-4, good buddy, yeah"
I reached in the seat and grabbed a bottle of wine
And I looked in the mirror and said, "I can't stand myself sometimes, huh"
And then I said, I said uh, I said ah
I said uh, ah, uh, ah, ah
Uh, I said ah
I said uh, ah, uh, ah, ah
Uh, I said ah
I said uh, ah, uh, ah
I'm the boss with the shoot off
I'm the king with the ding-a-ling
I'm the hound with the crown
I'm the dog with it all
I'm the prince with dollar sense
I'm the king with the sweet thing, yeah
I said uh, I said ah
I said fee, fee, fum, fum, ooh, ooh, come, come
Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, ah
Rapp dirty (x20)
This sucks. 
and RIP to one of the most creative and funniest musicians to ever be, first heard of him through some weird punk rock shyt he did in the mid-2000s
