Cloreen Bacon Skin

There with 'em, there with 'em nice and breezy, motherfuckers

Ah

Uh

Uh

What you looking for, nigga?

Oh, hold it

Stop

Uh

Motherfucker didn't even have the headphones on

You, you...

This song is called, this song is called Bacon Skin

Hit me

Uh

It's dedicated to my first wife

Uh

Her name is, uh, oh, Lord, Koreen

Uh

She just fat now

Hit me

Uh

Too nasty

Uh

Said now, big girl, you, uh, bacon skin

Uh

You're fat

Uh

But you know where it's at

I wish you was thin, Koreen Bacon Skin

Uh

Ho, brunch, you can't fuck with that

Look out

Talk about

Uh

And the band said...

Uh, oh, man

Uh, look out

Uh

Not me

Wait a minute

I said, uh, bacon skin

Hit me

Sexy

Don't touch nothing

Don't you touch snare or cymbal

You just tap

Good Lord

Uh

I wanna sing to this girl

I said, baby

Wait a minute

Uh, we're all alone

Uh

Uh, we're trying to make love and

Uh, somebody called you on the phone

Uh

Mm-mm

I don't know what his name is, but I

Know that, I know that this is life

Because that's real, baby

Uh, uh, you my wife, Koreen

Uh, bacon skin

Wait a minute

Uh, ho, good Lord

Listen

Uh, mm, wait a minute

Oh, get lost then

Uh, nice and breezy

Nice and breezy

Come on

Sayin' uh, uh, one cymbal on the one

Come on and dance with me

Uh

That's all right

That's all right

You old motherfucker, you senior citizen

Look out

Ha

You can't fuck with me

I'll drive you to the ground

Ha

Okay then, open the hi-hat

Here we go

Ow

Uh, keep on rumbling

Yeah

Keep that pocket

Don't get excited

Come on

Yeah, come on

Say splash

And ha, good God

And I said, Koreen Bacon Skin

Uh, who else have...

You can't fuck with that

Uh, uh, eruption in your face

Uh, mm, oh yeah

Uh, I'm too sexy

Uh, I'm too sexy

The sexy one in the place

Uh, good God

Uh, I'm sexy

Hot

So sexy right down to my feet there

Uh, good God

And, uh, and, and I'm sexy

Uh, the, good God

Oh, with the bacon meat

The pork meat

Uh, we close the hi-hat up

We close

I can smell that shit

That's nasty

Too nasty

Uh-uh

Y'all let it go

Look out

Mm

Good God

Nasty bass

Ha, huh

Make an eruption

Uh, not the, in your face

Uh, good God

Uh, look out

I say, um, them, yo, uh, Koreen, um, I got something for you

Give up

Uh, uh, what's the matter?

Don't you like me?

Uh, I'm not too old

Splash

Oh, shit

Uh

What?

Ah, ah

Uh, shit

Oh, I can't stand it

I can't stand it

Uh, when I look in the mirror

Uh, and when I see this ugly face

Uh, good God

Uh, uh, I just wanna run

Don't...

Uh, I wanna run over to your place

Um, yes

Uh, I, I wanna see

Hot

Good Lord

Someone that's uglier, uh, good God, said, said, uglier than me

Uh, huh

Uh, uglier than me

Koreen

Um, Bacon Skin

Huh

Now, nice and breezy

Look out

Hot

Now, said, fellas, what's the word?

Say...

Uh, said, fellas, what's the word?

Look out

Uh, uh, Bacon Skin

Come on, splash

Uh, what you gonna do with that?

Everybody, ha

Everybody, come on, dance

Hot

Everybody-Oh, shit

My hat done fell off

Ah, somebody gonna see my bald spot

Ha

Good God

I don't care

I got bacon skin

Bacon skin on my plate

Hot

Good God

Uh

I want to love you

Coreen, why you wanna make me wait?

Uh, I, I wanna get sexy

Say, ooh

Hot

Oh, Lord

Hot

Say

Uh

I, I wanna get sexy

Uh

Coreen, come on, get down

Uh

Uh

Come on, splash

Uh

Come on

Lord

Coreen's brother Alfred

Alfred

Alfred, I need you to talk to me, son

Come on

Alfred

Co- come on Alfred, talk to me now

Uh-uh, I wanna...

Got to hear you

Say, say Alfred

I can't hear you

Come on, talk to me now

Alfred, come on, talk to me now

Come on, bacon skin

Alfred, do you hear me talking to you?

Alfred, don't, don't ignore me

S- say it, nigga

Say it

Talk to me

Come on, come on, talk

Hot

What you need?

What you need?

You wanna, you wanna open your hat?

You wanna open your hat?

Well, open it up

Come on, get down

Yes

Uh

Well, come on, ah

A volcano now, uh, erupt in your face

Good God

Hot

Oh, Lord

Old nasty

Alfred, talk to me

Alfred, come on

Hot

Oh, Lord

I can't stand it

Uh, uh, talk to me, Alfred

Come on

Ah

There you go

Come on

Lord

Alfred

Uh, uh, everybody, uh, come on and dance

Hot

Good God

Come on, everybody, dance

Hot

Alfred, come on and dance

Ow

Ah, ah

Dance

I can't stand it

I can't stand it

Um, dance

Mm-hmm

Uh

Oh, Lord

Alfred, jump up on the bell

Come on, let's go

Good God

Ahh

Yes

Good God

Uh

Oh, Stepton

Old motherfucker there

Ah

Old Step

We gonna take it home

Yes, we is

Ah

Uh, uh

Step

Um, uh, Bromley, you gotta...

You can't fuck with that shit

Yeah, turn it up one time

Come on, dance

Step

Oh, Lord

You gotta...

I'm not a beast

Can't stand it

Say, ah, I, I wanna see

Come on

Come on

Bacon skin

Uh, Coreen

Coreen

Ah, ahh

Mm

Ah

You can't fuck with that

Talk to me, Alfred

Come on

Uh, wait a minute

Uh, Alfred

Uh, uh

Oh

Hot

Alfred

Mm-hmm

Yeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh, say, ah

Uh

Wear your necklace, Alfred

Uh

Good God

Alfred

Say, ah

Old Step

We done burned the house down

Burn it down

Burn it down

Come on, baby

Come on

Say, Alfred

Ah

We done burned the house down

We got to go

We done burned it down

We got to go

What you can you say after that?

Sexy

Come on, come on, everybody get sexy

Ah

Coreen, I wanna talk to you

Coreen

Oh, Lord

Coreen, you 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

Baby, you one ugly motherucker

I'm not lying to you

You know the Lord loves the truth, don't ya?

Why the hell can't you take a bath, Coreen?

Bacon skin

Uh

Nice and easy

We don't need no instruments, uh, to funk in here

Uh

Get sexy

Hot

Get sexy

Yes

Old nasty

This funk ain't going no place

'Cause it's old

It's old and sexy

Coreen, bacon skin

Hot, hot, hot

Pound on the floor time, one time

Come on

Yes

Uh

Uh, uh

Blisters

I got some blisters

Get going

All my brothers and sisters, get going

Baking skin, good God

Everybody, come on

Everybody

Baking skin

Alf, we gotta get the hell out of here

Oh, Lordy

Let's go for your...

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

Mm, I like it, I like it

We- we can't stay here, we got to go

We got to go, Alfred

Oh, shit

Too funky

We got to go, Alfred

You got any old James Brown records?

Huh?

Get going, everybody

Good Lord

Come on, Alfred

Pack your shit

We got to get the hell out of here

Open a hat one time

Put on your hat, come on

Yes

Oh...

Put on your hat, good God

Oh, Lord

Jump up on the bill, Alfred

Come on, get your coat

Come on

Yeah

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?

Yeah

Yeah

Ow

Shucker

Oh, Lord

Put on your boots, Alfred

Let's go