Mullet Head Lyrics

You're coming off like you're Van DammeYou've got Kenny G, in your Trans AmYou've got names like Billy RayNow you sing Hip Hop HoorayPut your Dakleys and your stone wash onWatching MTV and you mosh on#1 on the side and don't touch the back#6 on the top and don't cut it wack, JackShiny chrome rims never rustedDriving through the tunnel, you might get bustedNever trusted, Mullet headYou know you took that girl to bedCruising 8th Street Saturday nightTrying to find a head shop, looking to fightYou've got that stonewash derriereSpike the top because the week-end is hereYou wanna know what's a mullet? wellI got a little story to tellAbout a hair style, that's way of lifeHave you ever seen a Mullet wife?Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee'Cause you don't know about the Mullet headCruise in my Iroc, stonewash on my cockGot it like that 'cause I'm the Mullet headPut me on trial 'cause I'm worth your whilePass me the comb 'cause I'm the Mullet manRead the New York Post, read a storyAbout Joey Buttafooco in all his gloryThey said he tried to freak it with a high school girlPimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the worldA real lover man, a real CassanovaJoey got horny and now he's overAmy got pissed, shot his wifeJoey gest to jail for the rest of his lifeCut the sides, don't touch the back