Bald Headed H*es - Willie D

Haha, Y’all thought this was Dragnet, didn’t you?

Wrong answer again

This song is for all the mothafuckin' chicken-head bitches

And we kept the mothafuckin' names the same

'Cause we think being a bald-head bitch is a goddamn shame

What the fuck is goin' on in this goddamn world?

What are you, bitch?

A boy or a girl?

I can’t tell 'cause your shit on the sides are gone

You remind me of that monkey-lookin' bitch Grace Jones

Fucked up is how you look to Willie D

I just gotta have a bitch that has more hair than me

Some try to cover up by weavin' it through

You ain’t foolin' nobody

We know you’re bald-headed, too

Bald-head hoes

Whatcha see D, w-w-w-whatcha see D

I see some bald-head hoes

Bald-head hoes

Whatcha see D, w-w-w-whatcha see D

I see some bald-head hoes

There should be a crime against bald-head hoes

Why they want to be bald?

Nobody knows!

Being bald makes a gal look like a beast

Stupid-ass hoes, ain’t ya heard of grease?

Hell naw

Cause if you did, you’d have some up there

Like your pussy, you gotta give it proper care

Every time I look around, I see a damn disgrace

Motherfucking wig pieces all over the place!

It’s from them (bald-head hoes)

They just so damn mean

The meanest-ass hoes I ever seen

Ain’t got no hair, so they act crude

And wanna go and pick a fight with the girls who do

Am I right?

(You right.)

Hell yeah I’m right!

I’ve seen this shit, night after night

Instead of wearin' other people’s hair, you dumbass bitch

You need to buy some dog mane, and grow your own damn shit!

Now I just can’t go with a bald-head hoe

You ain’t gotta ask why for me to tell you so

If I can’t run through her hair with my hand

Somehow it seems like I be fuckin' a man!

So stay away you bald hickies

I know you out there

Talkin to you hoes who ain’t got no hair

Your sister bald, Zanny

Your mamma bald, Eddie

I bet you even got a bald-headed-ass granny

(talking)

Now this is how you spot a bald-head hoe

Hair spots on a hot sunny day

Too many gaps in the scalp is a dead giveaway

I saw no-hair Clair

Yesterday on the cut

Today I saw the girl, her hair was down to her butt

I hope that she know, that I know it ain’t real

But I won’t squeal not even on Andrea

Kim, Shawn or Merylinn

Nor Tamika and Rika—the famous bald-head twins

Something must be done

About these citizens

You ask what will I do to support my fellow man?

I’m proposin' a bill

To Capitol Hill

To kill all bald-headed women at will