Listen to Take Your Dead Ass Home (Say Som'n Nasty) by Funkadelic

Take Your Dead Ass Home (Say Som'n Nasty)

Funkadelic

R&B/Soul

Lyrics

Spoken} (what about the woodpecker thing?) Yeah, they call me the kid Sexy man But I know nothing about the great big H I'd watch that football game while the hornies occupied my day I never peeped to where she was coming from When she'd say, "Though you're here, I'm all alone" Then she made it perfectly clear With some inspiring words in a song, dig: {sung:} If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (now light my fire, baby!) If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!) If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy bowl) Ha, ha whoo-eee! There once was a man from Peru Who went to sleep in his canoe He was dreaming of Venus And took out his penis And woke up with a handfull of goo Put your foot on the rock! OK bye! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! (x2) There once was some freaks from L.A. (who) Who came to New York to play They was busted by the pussy posse And the prosecutor popped them in the pen Put your foot on the rock Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! Well, flick-a my Bic, baby! If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x5) Well, light my fire baby, flick-a my Bic I'll come if you call There once was a man from Peru Who went to sleep in his canoe (say somethin' nasty!) He was dreaming of Fifi And took out his peepee And woke up with a handfull of goo Put your foot on the rock! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh! There once was some freaks from L.A. (and what'd they do?) Who came to New York to p
Writer(s): George Worrell, George Clinton, Garry Shider, Glenn Goins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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