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Blowfly’s Rapp (Rapp Dirty)

lyrics:

This is Blowfly, the master of class
And I’m here to sock some soul to your ass
Guys and girls, bull dikes and faggots
Gonna rap in your ear till your ass get ragged
If the world should end I’ll be under no string
I’d blast right off with my ding-a-ling
Gonna rap to you all motherfuckers
About my best friends, those no-good truckers
Ride down the road carryin’ a load
Feelin’ more sexy than a pregnant toad
Checkin’ out the scene on my CB
‘Cause I don’t want no bears fuckin’ with me
That’s a big 10-4, good buddy, yeahhh

Smokin’ weed, feelin’ fine
When suddenly I see a blue light behind
Uh, caller dickhead, 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 motherfucker in the smoke
10-4

Said hih, ha, hih, ha, hih, ha, ha
Hih, ha, hih, ha, hih, heh, heh

1-2, I said fuck you
3-4, your mammy’s a whore
5-6, check out this dick, yeah

While I was goin’ around the corner, doin’ about 80
Lookin’ between the thighs of some big pussy lady
While checkin’ out the thighs of this fine hoe
I could tell she had a lotta ass below
But stopped up ahead for a bite to eat
I said, “Hey bitch, 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 thighs while I pull my trigger, yeah”
I grabbed the bitch by the hair and then headed by the room
She had a fine body, but a face like a coon
She sat on the bed and pulled off her clothes
As the funk from her pussy started fuckin’ with my nose
Suddenly I find that it all was a waste
‘Cause there was a big prick starin’ me in the face
I kicked it with my feet and hit it with my hand
What I thought was a bitch was nothin’ but a man
And 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 shit and got back in the truck
And I thought to myself  “What the fuck”
After messin’ up my day and spoilin’ my plans
I said to myself I can still use my hand
Thought about the fine bitch I had back home
And suddenly I couldn’t help but to play with my bone

Yeah

While ridin’ to the state of Alabama
In a little town where I loved around
I went in this bar, said “What the heck
Motherfucker no good redneck”
Some asshole at the end of the bar
Said, “Hey, nigger boy, do you know who you are?”
I pulled out my dick and broke the bartenders glass
And I said, “All you motherfuckers can’t kick my ass”
I remember what my daddy said one night
He said, “Niggers pricks is bigger than whites”
But my black ass was in for a big surprise
‘Cause that cracker’s dick 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 nothin’ I hate worser than a nigger or jew”
I said, “Are you sure you wanna fuck 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 gettin’ up outta their seats
Carryin’ big clubs, wearin’ white sheets
He said, “Listen nigger man
I’m the grand dragon of the Ku Klux Klan”
He said, “There’s no nigger badder than me
Motherfuck 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 threw that motherfuckin’ place
Holes started to run with glass in their hair
And the cracker’s ass was flyin’ 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
Rapp dirty
Rapp dirty
…

Stevie Wonder Part-time lover

vocal version

instrumental version

lyrics:

Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Don’t want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover

If she isn’t with me I’ll blink the lights
To let you know tonight’s the night
For me and you my part-time lover

We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it’s so wrong, but feeling so right

If I’m with friends and we should meet
Just pass me by, don’t even speak
Know the word’s “discreet” with part-time lovers

But if there’s some emergency
Have a male friend to ask for me
So then she won’t peek its really you my part-time lover

We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it’s so wrong, but feeling so right

We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it’s so wrong, but feeling so right

[Repeat]

I’ve got something that I must tell
Last night someone rang our doorbell
And it was not you my part-time lover

And then a man called our exchange
But didn’t want to leave his name
I guess that two can play the game
Of part-time lovers
You and me, part-time lovers
But, she and he, part-time lovers

last diggs in Piazza de’ Ciompi:

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just a little bit of disco (45s), to satisfy my soul…

J.B.’s Internationals Jam II Disco Fever (1978)