Tv On The Radio - Buffalo Girls lyrics

It's happening again. The sound erodes my mouth And now it's nappening again Demarking territories, Lips are flapping again Slapping crappy raps And setting toes taping again. And a**es shakin'. Buffalo girl, won't you come out tonight? Once I said I wouldn't touch your sh** with Hitler's dick But now your body's changed my mind Because those thighs is thick Yo, you packed in the back Like you was hidin' twin midgets Contraband booty shaker Girl, give me the digits! "I got a man," says you "I didn't ask," says I "Besides, you mean to tell me That you're satisfied?" (Oh no) "I'm just sayin', got three courses In that backside meal What does he Tag it, doggy bag it? C'mon girl, fo' real!" Buffalo girl, won't you come out tonight? I'm hungry girl, More hunger than starvin' has Carve me off a slice Of that thick-a** ham 'Cause there ain't nothin' better In this whole wide world Than a thick-back Buffalo girl Buffalo girl, won't you come out tonight? In the days of Grecian yore, My name was Flavius Maximus Profusely seducing cooches In a way deemed blasphemous "By Jesus, God," the nymphs cried As I induced their juices. A s**ual slaughter of all their Daughters, from Bruce's to Zeus's My succubus staff, Pure animus arms octopus groping, Copious bounty, melliferous breasts cli*oris unloose your sluices And register my radius All screaming, all screaming, "Save us, Flavius! Save us, Flavius," "From what?" "From the glut of ill lovers "Sticking like string cheese in a gorge. "Clear-cut nillaput n***as "Bustin' coconuts then they out the door. "From the glut of mango-wranglers "Wouldn't know suave if it s**ed 'em, "Macho wang-baggers still "Wouldn't know dick if it f**ed 'em. "So save us, Flavius," they cried, They cried from two sets of labias And, oh yes, Stampedo for my torpedo Buffalo girls, won't 'cha come out tonight?