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letra de buzzard luck - blowfly

[verse 1]
you know, times are hard and things have really gotten bad
i don’t even remember the last p-ssy i ever had
and since this new women lib sh-t has come down
men have really begun to suffer
and women have put padlocks on their p-ssies, now i tell you, it’s a mother
but i’ve come to the conclusion, that good things may not come to those who wait
and the way my d-ck feels now, for me it soon will be too motherf-cking late
’cause this pr-ck of mine’s knows d-mn well that something is wrong
and the demand for p-ssy’s gotten too motherf-cking strong
hoes these days won’t let you f-ck, buck or suck
and men, i tell you: i believe i got buzzard luck!

[verse 2]
men, i tell you, p-ssy’s driving me crazy, and my d-ck is about to go astray
all my b-tch does is sit up on her ass and watch soap operas every motherf-ckin’ day
huh, taking about “searching for tomorrow”… man, i’m still searching for today!
and a nice, hot, juicy p-ssy… oh, it’s where i can lay
i wanna be in another world, making all of my children at the edge of night
and as the world turn, my ass will be churning in something good and tight
and when i get through, general hospital won’t be able to help her
all the days of our lives
i only got one life to live, and i ain’t young but restless
and i ain’t losing my drive
p-ssy, indeed, should always be the love of my life
and at the twinkling of an eye, i can make you sigh
if you let my d-ck be your guide in life
[verse 3]
i know i’m a freak man, ’cause i’m still hard – yeah, ain’t that a shame?
if it ain’t that b-tch watching soap operas
it’s that motherf-cking son of mine watching football games
i said: baby, what about a little f-ck to change this buzzard luck?
let me get out my houston oiler, and put you in a tampa bay f-ck!
i’ll make you scream like a detroit lion, and give you washington redskin
baby, just let me taste the p-ssy now and then, like a miami dolphin
oh, i want to los angeles ram into you, baby, please don’t say i can’t
i want to ride it like a dallas cowboy, don’t make me be a new orleans saint
baby, look at this new york giant, all ready for your cleveland brown
i wanna shoot new york jets of cum in you, baby
let me be a sixty-niner and go down!

[verse 4]
i want to green bay pack it to you, baby
like a motherf-cking denver bronco
i’m making a pass, so let me touchdown
like them godd-mn deers from buffalo
i’m having buzzard luck… buzzard luck!
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m having buzzard luck!
i can’t k!ll, and won’t nothing die
i’m gonna do like them seattle seahawks, and take wings and fly
i’m gonna be like saint eagle chargers, and toot electricity in your ass
yeah, buzzard luck, be like chuck muncie and fail a urine test
rumor has it, that his d-ck dripped all the way back out west
hehe, hehe, hahahahahaha…!

- blowfly

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