Dolemite – Rudy Ray Moore: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Dolemite

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Comedy

Utwór Dolemite został wydany 1 stycznia 1970 przez 800 POUND GORILLA RECORDS jako część albumu Eat Out More Often

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumEat Out More Often

Data wydania1 stycznia 1970

Wytwórnia800 POUND GORILLA RECORDS

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM134

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Rudy Ray Moore

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Rudy Ray Moore

Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Some folks say that Willie Greene

Was the baddest motherfucker the world ever seen

But I want you to light up a joint, take a real good shit

And screw your wig on tight

And let me tell you about the

Little bad motherfucker called Dolomite

Now Dolomite was from San Antone, a ramblin', scamblin'

Gamblin' little young motherfucker from the day he was born (right on)

Well the day he was dropped from his mammy's ass

He slapped his pappy's face and said

"From now on cocksucker, I'm running this place"

At the age of one, he was drinking whiskey and gin

At the age of two, he was eating the bottles it came in

Now Dolomite had an uncle called Sudden Death

Killed a dozen bad men from the smell of his breath

When his unc' heard young how Dolomite

Was treating his own ma' and pa', he said

"Let me go and check this lil' bad rascal before he go too far"

Now one cold, dark, December night

His uncle broke in on Dolomite

Now Dolomite wasn't no more than three or four

When his uncle come breakin' through the door

His unc' said, "Dolomite," said

"I want you to straighten up and treat your brother right

'cause if you keep on with your dirty mistreating

I'm going to whoop your ass til your hearts stop beatin'"

Dolomite sitting in the middle of the floor playing

He said "I see your lips quiver, unc'

But I don't hear a cocksucking word you're saying."

This made his uncle mad, he let off

With a right that made lightening flash

But Dolomite tore his leg off, he was that damn fast

Now all the men in San Antone gathered around that night

To see if they could do something

About the little bad rascal called Dolomite

It took 100 of the baddest, the boldest, the ugliest men in town

Finally rolled Dolomite's ass down and put him in jail

They held him without bail

If you think his mammy was happy

You should've seen his pappy

Now it's been eight long years since Dolomite's been fed

The average motherfucker would've long, long been dead

Now the warden called Dolomite, he said

"Dolomite, I'm going to tell you what we're going to do

We are going to give you a dollar and a half and

A damn good meal, if you promise to leave us alone

And get your badass out of San Antone"

Dolomite took the dollar and a half and the damn good meal

And said, "I'm going to tell you old, jive, molded, ancient decrepit, motherfuckers how I feel"

He said, "y'all can suck my dick, nuts, and ass

Down to the mother fucking bone

Because I ain't never coming back to San Antone"

Now Dolomite wasn't no more than thirteen

When they let him out the gate, he said

"I think I'll go across sea and try my fate."

He got a job in Africa kicking lions

In the ass to spare him change

He got ran out of South America for fucking steers

He fucked the she-elephant until she broke down in tears

Now Dolomite worked for five years and a day

Got his pay, said, "Well, I believe, I'll go back

To that jive ass USA."

Where the news of the heavyweight

Fight was being broadcasted that night

And a special bulletin said

"Look out storms, atomic bombs, and Dolomite."

Now the first thing Dolomite encountered

Was two big Rocky Mountains

He said, "Mountains, what y'all going to do?"

They said, "We're going to part, Mr. Dolomite

And let your badass through."

Now Dolomite went on down to Kansas City

Kicking asses until those shoes are shitty

Hoboed in the Chi, who did he run into

But that badass two gun Pete

He said, "Move over and let me pass

'fore they have to pull these triple A's

Out your mother fucking ass."

Went on down to 42nd street

Not for no shit, but some place he could sleep and eat

Run into that Chi Mabel, of all the ho's she was a boss

She would suck you, fuck you, and jack you off

She said, "Come on down to my pad, Dolomite."

Said, "We're going to fuck and fight 'til broad daylight."

Dolomite said, "Bitch, I had a job in Africa

Kicking lions in the ass to stay in shape"

Said, "I got run out of South America for fucking steers."

Said "I would fuck the she-elephant until she broke down in tears"

Mable said "I don't care where you goin' and where you been"

Said "I'm laying to wrap this good hot juicy pussy all around your badass chin"

Dolomite, said "Bitch. It's best you not fuck with me"

Said, "I better run you down some of my pedigree"

Said "I've swum across sweaty river's and ain't never got wet

Mountains have fell on me, and I ain't dead yet

I fucked an elephant and deaded her mother

I can look up a bull's ass and tell you the price of butter

I've fucked another elephant down to a coon

Even fucked the same damn cow

That jumped over the mother fucking moon"

Said "I rode across the ocean on the head of my dick

And ate nine tons of cat shit and never got sick

And you talk about wrapping your good, hot, pussy

All around my badass chin?

Bitch, you ought to be blowing up my ass

Trying to be my, be my mother fucking friend"

Oh, but Mabel farted, that's when the fucking started

She made her pussy do the mojo, the popcorn, the turkey

And the grind, left Dolomite's ass nine strokes behind

She threw pussy up Dolomite's back, come out of his ear

Down his side, running out of his pocket

Damn near put his asshole out of socket

But Dolomite suddenly made a mojo turn

Had the crabs around that bitch's asshole

Hollering, "Burn, baby, burn"

But the next morning they found Mabel dead

With her drawers wrapped around her nappy ass head

And the crabs were madder than a motherfucker

To see Dolomite beat them out of their god-damned supper

But Dolomite kept kicking asses and fucking up in the fall

'Til finally his roll was called

They had his funeral, carried him down to the graveyard

Dolomite was dead, but his dick was still hard

The preacher said, "Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust" (oh no)

Said "I'm glad this little bad motherfucker

Called Dolomite is no longer here with us"

Bye!

Written by: Rudy Ray Moore

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