pork meat close the hi-hat up come on say

you gotta love nipples that poke like that...I got to watch some TV tonite. I watched an episode of MTV’s DISMISSED. It was bizzarely funny. So scripted it made me ill. Someday they’ll actually do something related to their channel name. I then changed it to VH1 who was airing all these old Arsinio Hall episodes. All of them were related to music and I happened to turn it on when Prince was getting honored. Damn cool. So it just inspiried me to listen to some Prince. I decided to put in the three least listened to Prince records, acording to Mat. They are for me: Graffiti Bridge (1990), Lovesexy (1988), Parade (1986). Three really good records. Each great for it’s own good reasons. Graffiti Bridge being good for that Tevin Campbell song, Mavis Staples and The Time. Parade was really good because it was the last Revolution record. Lovesexy was cool cos it introduced the earliest incarnation of the New Power Generation. Also the CD is only one track. I thought that was very interesting. And nothing is better than “Dance On”.

Which reminds me of Cloreen Bacon Skin from THE CRYSTAL BALL. This song was not from 1998 when the CD was issued; it in fact was from earlier. Prolly around the Purple Rain (1984) era. This song is great. And only drums, bass and vocals. Funny as hell. Prince always had a great sense of humor. And Morris Day is a damn good drummer. Do yourself a favor and purchase a CD entitled “The Crystal Ball”

Cloreen Bacon Skin
by Prince

Yeah, one of ’em.
Yeah, one of them nice breezy motherfuckers

Nigger. what U lookin’ 4 nigger?
Oh hold it, stop
Motherfucker didn’t even have the headphones on
U. U.

This song is called.
This song is called Bacon Skin, hit me
It’s dedicated 2 my first wife
Her name is, oh Lord, Cloreen
She’s just fat, hit me

2 nasty
I said now big dumb U
U. Bacon Skin
Just fat, but U know where it’s at
I wish U was thin
Cloreen Bacon Skin

Brotch, U can’t fuck with that, look out
And the band said
And look out, said
Wait a minute, I said
Bacon Skin, hit me
Don’t touch noth. don’t U touch snare or cymbal
U just tap, good God

I wanna sing 2 this girl
I said baby, wait a minute
When we’re all alone
We try 2 make love
Somebody call U 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, U 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
U old motherfucker, U a senior citizen, look out
U can’t fuck with me
I’ll drive U 2 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
U can’t fuck with that
Eruption in your face
I’m 2 sexy, I’m 2 sexy, sexy one in the place, good God
I’m sexy, lovesexy right down 2 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, 2 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’ 4 ya
What’s the matter, don’t U like me?
Am I 2 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 wanna run, I wanna run over 2 your place, yes
I wanna 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? {x2}
Look out
Bacon Skin, come on, splash
What U go’n 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 4 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 2 love ya
Cloreen, why U wanna make me wait?
I wanna get sexy, I said
Oh Lord, I said
I wanna get sexy
Cloreen, come on, get down
Come on, splash

Come on, good God
Cloreen’s brother Alfred
Alfred, Alfred, I need U 2 talk 2 me son, come on
Alfred, good.
Come on, Alfred, talk 2 me now
I wanna. I got 2 hear U say, say Alfred
I can’t hear ya, come on, talk 2 me now
Alfred, come on, talk 2 me now
Come on, Bacon Skin
Alfred, do U hear me talkin’ 2 ya?
Alfred, don’t, don’t ignore me
Say nigger, say
Talk 2 me, come on, come on, talk
What cha need, what cha need?
U wanna, U wanna open your hat?
U wanna open your hat? Well open it up, come on, get down
Come on
The volcano erupt in your face, good God
Oh Lord, old nasty
Alfred, talk 2 me Alfred, come on
Oh Lord, I can’t stand it
Talk 2 me Alfred, come on
There U go, come on, Lord
Everybody else come on and dance, good God
Come on, everybody dance
Alfred, come on and 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 wanna say
We gonna take it home, yes we is
Rumbling, look out
U 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 wanna see some of the Bacon Skin
Cloreen, Cloreen
U can’t fuck with that, talk 2 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 2 go
We done burn it down, we got 2 go
What cha can U say after that?
Sexy, come on, come on
Everybody get sexy

Cloreen, I wanna talk 2 ya
Cloreen, oh Lord
Cloreen, U’re the ugliest woman that I’ve ever seen
I’m not jivin’
Baby, there’s one thing the Lord loves and that’s the truth
And baby, U one ugly motherfucker
I’m not lyin’ 2 ya
U know the Lord loves the truth, don’t ya?
Well, why the hell can’t U take a bath?
Cloreen Bacon Skin

Nice and breezy
We don’t need no instruments
2 funky in here
Get sexy
Everybody get sexy
Yes, old nasty
This funk ain’t goin’ no place
Cuz it’s old, it’s old and sexy
Cloreen Bacon Skin

Pound on the floor tom one time, come on
We go’n. wanna go 2 the jungle one time
We gonna go 2 the jungle, good God
Go 2 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

Bacon Skin
Alfred, we got 2 get the hell outta here
Oh Lord
Let’s go over, yo, let’s, let’s.
Is this where U live Alfred?
Is this where U live?
Oh shit, this a nasty place, this is nasty
This is nasty Alfred
Mmm, I like it, I like it
We, we can’t stay here, we got 2 go
We got 2 go Alfred
Oh shit, 2 funky
We got 2 go Alfred
U got any old James Brown records? Huh?
Good God, everybody, Lord

Come on Alfred, pack your shit
We got 2 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
That’s a nice coat Alfred
How much U pay 4 that?
That much, huh?
Yeah, I like it
U’re glad I like it, huh?
Oh shit
I said oh Lord
Put on your boots Alfred, let’s go
© 1998 Emancipation Music – ASCAP

Gordon’s Drama Continues
[Conversation with thebobgreene @ 11/13/2001 12:29:16 AM]
thebobgreene: he already replied to your other post.
thebobgreene: “grow up.”
mat: i know
mat: he’s all over it!
thebobgreene: like a dog’s penis to a fire hydrant.

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