Convoy - Blowfly

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