Dirty Mutha Fuzz

[Intro]
Yo baby, I eat you like a little piece of chicken
Yo, let's go

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey

[Verse 1]
Well I thought I was bad, thought l'ze a kickin' stud
I thought I had a knockin' stroll
I caught a momma glidin' through the alley
A big pink pussycat she said "Meow"
She said her name was Tammy
And her sugar hills worked the cure
I came to her in jammies
And I left so-phista-mature

[Pre-Chorus]
Dirty Mutha Fuzz
You dirty mutha! (Dirty Mutha Fuzz)
Well alright, cha cha, ya Dirty Mutha Fuzz
You dirty mutha! (Dirty Mutha Fuzz)

[Verse 2]
Well the next day I hung over
My head still hurt like hell
I begged to her "have mercy!"
But she pounded on me just like a nail
She unwrapped all my chocolates
I opened up all her cans
She spread herself out like a banquet and said
"I'm gonna punish you my man"

[Pre-Chorus]
You Dirty Mutha Fuzz
You dirty mutha! (Dirty Mutha Fuzz)
Ya Dirty Mutha Fuzz
(Dirty Mutha Fuzz)

[Bridge]
I got my fine, sexy Sheba here
She only smokes the peckerilla
It's like we're chillin' down in Graceland
She's Elvis; I'm Priscilla

[Chorus]
Dirty, yeah she loves you Dirty Mutha Fuzz
She's built like a candy store and lord I ate too much
Dirty, she's got the velvety hand cuffs
I tell ya fellas I got whip marks on my butt
Dirty, yea my tickle turned into a scream
I tasted the Cool Whip and produced my whip cream
Little Orphan Annie's got on red stiletto heels
She said, "You love it, you love it
Just gaze up at me as you kneel"

[Bridge 2]
(Do we say "fuck you"?
Do we do the voodoo that we do?) (x4)

When she went for the whip fellas
A chill went down my spine
Such an innocent face
With such an evil mind

[Verse 3]
I pushed the buttons on her blaster
John Coltrane began to bop
I started workin' on a solid rhythm
With horns over the top
All at once she whispered
"A little fertilizer will make it grow"
Her blubber cups bucked a blizzard
And I covered her with snow

[Pre-Chorus]
Ya Dirty Mutha Fuzz
You dirty mutha! (Dirty Mutha Fuzz)
Well alright, cha cha, ya Dirty Mutha Fuzz
Sing! (Dirty Mutha Fuzz)

[Chorus]
Dirty, yeah she loves you Dirty Mutha Fuzz
She's built like a candy store and lord I ate too much
Dirty, she's got the velvety hand cuffs
I tell ya fellas I got whip marks on my butt
Dirty, yea my tickle turned into a scream
I tasted the cool whip and produced my whip cream
Little Orphan Annie's got on red stiletto heels
She said, "You love it, you love it
You're not above it: you're dirty!"