Convoy

[Intro]
As clouds covered the sun life wasn't much fun
The world was on a real trip
All the record shops were being attacked because the truckers was on strike
And there wasn't any Blowfly records being shipped

[Verse 1]
Our boss 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 say "You've got to be bullshittin'
Is this the real McCoy?"
I knew that picket line was gonna fuck us, so I got together with some of my truckas
And I arranged Blowfly's convoy
Yeah

[Spoken]
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

[Chorus]
This is the real McCoy
I'm gonna join Blowfly's convoy
Hooray, Chips Ahoy
I'm gonna join Blowfly's convoy

Yeah
Convoy

[Verse 2]
In little or no time we were across the state line
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 supposed to be on strike?"
Said "It's 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 hair 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 eyes are stung I said "I got to be movin' on"

[Chorus]
This is the real McCoy
I'm gonna join Blowfly's convoy
Hooray, Chips Ahoy
I'm gonna join Blowfly's convoy

Convoy

[Spoken]
Ahh, breaker 1-9, this is Cum Juice. You wanna back off my ass a little bit, son? You still drivin' too motherfuckin' close!
Ahh, Cum Juice this is breaker 1-9. I repeat: we got to stay as tight as a newborn baby’s asshole, come out

Yeah
Convoy

[Verse 3]
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 began to 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 McCoy
I'm gonna join Blowfly's convoy
Hooray, Chips Ahoy
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 rap to you for 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, that'll be 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?

[Verse 4]
A
Ass
B
Bastard
C
Cunt
D
Dickhead
E
Eattin' pussy
F
Fuckin'
G
Good pussy
H
Hard dick
I
Intercourse
J
Juicy cunt
K
Kiss my ass
L
Long dick
M
My long dick
O
Oversized pussy
P
Prick
Q
Quick nut
R
Rectum
S
Sissy
T
Turd
U
Unicorn ass
V
Very good pussy
W
Wild motherfucker
X
X for piece of ass
Y
Your big pussy
Z
Zombie pussy

[Spoken]
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 you're supposed to know me
You written any fuckin' hit tunes?
Well, I've written a bunch of tunes
Well like what?
I created you motherfuckin' ass
You're a goddamn liar. My …
You're another 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!
Just because you gotta fuckin' record
I’m the fuckin' star!
You think you're 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 your fuckin' mouth! I don’t play that shit!
What … Which letter did you forget?
I said all my fuckin' letters!
You're a goddamn liar!
Don't call me a motherfuckin' liar
You forgot "N"
I meant to forget that shit!
Oh now you're gonna tell me you forgot it intentionally. Right?
I know I forgot "N." I that know I forgot "N."
Hey Freddy, 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'
Motherfuck Clarence Reid I don’t give a fuck who he is
And tell Henry, either Clarence Reid or Blowfly have to [?] on this motherfucker

[Outro, spoken]
Convoy
I gotta record a motherfucker fuckin' with me, talking' 'bout he Clarence Reid
Better come on and join my convoy
'Cause it's the real McCoy
Yeah