She’d Make a Hell of a Man

Lyrics

[Intro] Lesbians, bulldaggers, dykes... you can call them what you want This is a story about that special segment of women, with which most artists are afraid to fuck with... most artists, that is, except Blowfly! Heh! [Verse 1] Her comb hairs was nappy, her ass was hard and tight She had a rubber dick she called Cappy, it was long and black And with it she created her own little world of sin She even fucked the ass of some other men If you're thinkin' about using her, huh, you better change your plans She ain't much of a lady, but she's a hell of a man The bitch is a real dyke [Verse 2] She was raised in the projects, the rules were very strict She had pussy knowledge, but was dumb to the dick To her a tight cunt are her closest friends, all the big dicks are out for revenge All you pimps who wanna use her, you better change your plans The bitch ain't much of a lady, but she's a hell of a man Aaahh-oww! Hit it! [Verse 3] She got her first taste of pussy, huh, at the age of fifteen In a drive-in movie watching Tootsie, she created a hell of a scene, yeah She got her diploma from Women's Lib, and no dicks are allowed in her crib All you men who wanna fuck her, you better change your plans The bitch ain't much of a lady, she'd make a hell of a man [Outro] Yeah... the bitch is a super-dyke! You guys don't believe it, just ask your old lady, heheheh You see, there's a bitch like this in every town I know one in Atlanta, there's one in New York in Harlem See, all dykes don't look alike, mostly guys think if it's a bulldagger, the bitch gotta be ugly, dress like a man and... say man, some of the finest whores in the world are dykes That little bitch out there, in the green, she's a dyke, yeah She was an onstage center on a guys' football team And her magic tongue was a winner, it made the chicks cream in their jeans (Hehehe...) Yeah, the bulldagger's had more ladies creamin' in their jeans (She'd make a hell of a man, hell of a man) I knew then and there, I just had to find out what the fuck a bulldagger's got, that I ain't got (She'd make a hell of a man, she'd make a hell of a man) So a friend of mine who lived in New York gave me the number of a dyke, I dialed the number all curious and shit, and the voice after said: "Hello, Miss America?" (She'd make a hell of a man, she'd make a hell of a man) I was in a state of shock, I said: "Vanessa? That's you, baby?" Hehehe! (She'd make a hell of a man, she makes a hell of a man) He-heh... yeah, some kind of man, huh?