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creeddd

Didn't stutter stutter
Melt these bars like 
Butter butter 
I show love like a brother brother 
Get the buzz like a blowfly
Get a hunny on her

you, but I'll never show

No one likes me, I'm out on a limb
I'm like blowfly unpleasant and grim
And every time I reach out my hand
I'll end up in

Crawling clouds hide the moon staining silver on the waves
Like a swarm of blowflies darkness slowly spreads throughout
They're coming back again

not be born


Midnight I'll take your soul
On the crossroads there's a gift for you
The Blowfly greets the cemetery owner
Midnight a requiem will be

Mean Talking Blues

Woody Guthrie

Poor Boy

1981

worms, and the stingarees,
And the tarantulas, and the spiders, childs of the earth,
The ticks and the blow-flies,
These is all of my little angels

The Game Is Sold Not Told

Goldy

In the Land of Funk

1994

"please" when I collect my fees
Bow down, little nigga, drop to your knees
And recognize the original pimps on the mic
Too $hort, Blowfly and Dolemite

Pop That Pussy

2 Live Crew

Goes to the Movies: Decade of Hits

1997

FKI = Fresh Kid Ice
BM = Brother Marquis

Blowfly:
"Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-od-DAMN!!  Shee-yee-YIT!!  Look at the ass
on that bitch!  Look at the titties!"

Slightly throwed off
Grew up on $hort and Freddie B
Magic Mike and Calvin T
Dolemite and Blowfly, KRS and Ice T
Melle Mel and Spoonie, just to name a few

black, a nigga act like the raiders
Now you know why I rap like Blowfly
'Cause I'm a C-A-L-I B-O-Y
So fly, I do this shit for life
Don't lie, a nigga

Freaky Behavior

2 Live Crew

Sports Weekend: As Clean as They Wanna Be, Pt. 2

1991

Blowfly:
"Turn over!  I'ma stick it in why'ass!  'No, it's gon' hurt!'
You'll get used to it."

Verse 1:  Brother Marquis
Lady Godiva was a freak
She

Intro

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version

1995

girl! 
That I dedicated, this song, well this song really was written 
By Blowfly, and I want all y'all to hear this shit 
It's just a poem that I writ

first class like the pros fly
I'm lookin' 'round corners tryin' to
See where my foes lie
The master of the class like Blowfly
For really I'm so sly
You

805's and skate highs
Praise to the most high
Hater's hate in high key
So I say in low-fi
Low-fi, meaning that I'm dirty like Blowfly
Oh my, oh

blow-flies
They all cling to me while I'm still alive

Excrescence
Excrescence
Excrescence
Excrescence

It kicked me out, parasitic as I am 
(Such a fucking

only feel ashamed
'Bout my name
Yes you were my best friend
But now I'm like a blowfly in the dirt
How it hurts

You hang around with new fake friends

a sock
Fuck myself with things that died
From my cunt will sprout blowflies

don't change
Oh well said the bombshell, look at that rain

In the cold, we waited
And we were so elated
But the big crowd stayed away
As the Blowflies

shut as blowflies creep
Buzzin' round my sleeping cat
Buzzin' forth and buzzin back
Creased eyes
Shut tight
From grit
And dust and light
Busted

place determined. A feeding ground for vermin
Decomposing flesh. Chaos as the insects hatch and devour the body
Blowfly larvae squirm in the corpse

witches cried my name
Sacrificing thoughts of shame
Covert aliens found my trail
Plastic blowflies spied my lair

Forever I will roam
I'll never find my

Beetles and blowflies,
All manner of soft-bodied worms,
All with quiet voices of their own.

I let all my boneflowers grow,
The wet earth is stringed like

I don't wanna be a drug dealer
But I still rock Nike like slowthai
Kill me, tell em that I won't die 
'Cause a emcee got a buzz like blowfly
So I

Jeg lever livet mitt i HD du i lo fi
Jeg er en funny muthafucka sånn som Blowfly
Går jeg på streeten roper alle hoesa "oh my"
Jeg ha'kke tid jeg gjør

Bay City Rollers, Blowfly, Phantom der Oper
Grad wieder sober
Grad aus'm Koma
Sieht aus wie die Vase von Oma
Der Mantel der modert
Zwei-Euro-Prosa,