Cloreen Bacon Skin

Yeah, one of them Yeah, one of them nice breezy motherfuckers nigga, what you looking for nigga? Oh hold it, stop Motherfucker didn't even have the headphones on You, you This song is called This song is called Bacon Skin, hit me It's dedicated to my first wife Her name is, oh Lord, Cloreen She's just fat, hit me To nasty I said now big dumb you You. Bacon Skin Just fat, but you know where it's at I wish you was thin Cloreen Bacon Skin Brotch, you can't fuck with that, look out And the band said And look out, said Wait a minute, I said Bacon Skin, hit me Sexy Don't touch noth. Don't you touch snare or cymbal You just tap, good god I want to sing to this girl I said baby, wait a minute When we're all alone We try to make love Somebody call you on the phone I don't know what his name is But I know, I know this is life But that, that's real, baby, you my wife Cloreen Bacon Skin, wait a minute Oh good God, I said Wait a minute Oh, then the band said Nice and breezy, nice and breezy, come on I said Once more on the 1, come on And the band said That's alright, that's alright You old motherfucker, you a senior citizen, look out You can't fuck with me I'll drive you to the ground OK Jerome, open the high hat, here we go Rumbling, rumbling, yes Keep that pocket, don't get excited, come on Yeah, come on, said splash Good God Everybody say Cloreen Bacon Skin Everybody say You can't fuck with that Eruption in your face I'm to sexy, I'm to sexy, sexy one in the place, good God I'm sexy, love sexy right down to my feet, good Lord And I'm sexy, good god, with the bacon meat Pork meat, close the high hat up, come on say I can smell that shit That's nasty, to nasty Y'all let me go, look out Good God, nasty bass Good mutha, eruption in your face Good God, look out said Cloreen, I got somethin' for ya What's the matter, don't you like me? Am I to old? Splash, oh shit! Oh shit I can't stand it, I can't stand it Now when I look in the mirror And I see this ugly face, good God I just want to run, I want to run over to your place, yes I want to see, good god, someone that's uglier than um, um. I said, I said uglier than me Uglier than me Cloreen Bacon Skin Nice and breezy, look out now I said fellas, what's the word? Look out Bacon Skin, come on, splash What you goin' do with that? Everybody, everybody come on, dance Everybody come on, dance We ain't gonna put no more instruments on this Just me and Bacon Skin Alright, that Cloreen's brother for my drummer, look out Oh shit, my hat done fell off Oh, somebody gonna see my bald spot Good God, I don't care I got Bacon Skin Bacon Skin on my plate, good God I want to love ya Cloreen, why you want to make me wait? I want to get sexy, I said Oh Lord, I said I want to get sexy Cloreen, come on, get down Come on, splash Come on, good God Cloreen's brother Alfred Alfred, Alfred, I need you to talk to me son, come on Alfred, good. Come on, Alfred, talk to me now I wanna. I got to hear you say, say Alfred I can't hear ya, come on, talk to me now Alfred, come on, talk to me now Come on, Bacon Skin Alfred, do you hear me talkin' to ya? Alfred, don't, don't ignore me Say nigga, say Talk to me, come on, come on, talk What cha need, what cha need? You want to, you want to open your hat? You want to open your hat? Well open it up, come on, get down Yes! Come on The volcano erupt in your face, good God Oh Lord, old nasty Alfred, talk to me Alfred, come on Oh Lord, I can't stand it Talk to me Alfred, come on There you go, come on, Lord Alfred Everybody else come on and dance, good God Come on, everybody dance Alfred, come on and dance Dance I can't stand it, I can't stand it, oh dance Oh Lord Alfred, jump up on the bell, come on, let's go, good God Good God, oh shit Old motherfucker say, I want to say We gonna take it home, yes we is Rumbling, look out You can't fuck with that shit, yes Turn it up one time, come on, I said dance Shit, oh Lord Look out, I'm outta phase, I can't stand it I said uh I want to see some of the Bacon Skin Cloreen, Cloreen You can't fuck with that, talk to me Alfred, come on And the drummer say Oh shit, Alfred Well, where the hand claps at? Good God, Alfred We done burn the house down Burn it down, burn it down, come on, come on Say Alfred! We done burn the house down, we got to go We done burn it down, we got to go What cha can you say after that? Sexy, come on, come on Everybody get sexy Cloreen, I want to talk to ya Cloreen, oh Lord Cloreen, you're the ugliest woman that I've ever seen I'm not jiving Baby, there's one thing the Lord loves and that's the truth And baby, you one ugly motherfucker I'm not lyin' to ya You know the Lord loves the truth, don't ya? Well, why the hell can't you take a bath? Cloreen Bacon Skin Nice and breezy We don't need no instruments To funky in here Get sexy Everybody get sexy Yes, old nasty This funk ain't goin' no place 'Cause it's old, it's old and sexy Cloreen Bacon Skin Pound on the floor tom one time, come on Yes We goin' Want to go to the jungle one time We gonna go to the jungle, good God Go to the jungle one time, good God, said And the band say one time Good God, band said Blisters, I got some blisters, good God All my brothers and sisters, good God Bacon Skin, good God Everybody come on Everybody Bacon Skin Alfred, we got to get the hell outta here Oh Lord Let's go over, yo, let's, let's. Is this where you live Alfred? Is this where you live? Oh shit, this a nasty place, this is nasty Everybody This is nasty Alfred Mmm, I like it, I like it We, we can't stay here, we got to go We got to go Alfred Oh shit, to funky We got to go Alfred You got any old James Brown records? Huh? Good God, everybody, Lord Come on Alfred, pack your shit We got to get the hell outta here Open the hat one time, put on your hat, come on Yes, oh shit Put on your hat, good God Oh Lord, jump up on the bell Alfred, come on, get your coat Yes! That's a nice coat Alfred How much you pay for that? That much, huh? Yeah, I like it You're glad I like it, huh? Yes Oh shit I said oh Lord Put on your boots Alfred, let's go Ah!