Touching Cloth

Written by Bootsauce, from Bull, 1992

(Ling) A-one, two, a-one two three four!

(Group) Ohhh, touching cloth!
(Ling) I don't think so, bad motherfucker with a real dark peephole!
(Fume) Pink Ukranian Bolshevik no diarrhea,
'Cause we're eating perogies, got a fire power rear!
(Group) Touching cloth!
(Ling) My blue angel stands me up, delivers my payload!
(Fume) Candy sugar-coated poon liver-lipped baby,
Got a cockamaimy smile, you can smell my fear!

(Group) You can die! (x 4)

(Group) Ohhh, touching cloth!
(Ling) A real negro walk like that and deliver my ego!
(Fume) Got him sinking to the bottom, wanna clean out your pool
Can you swim?
(Ling) Gotta get it right!
(Fume) Hey, I'm making up a new rule!
(Group) Touching cloth!
(Ling) I dig real folks, stand like iron, don't rhyme like white jokes
(Fume) You're pushing and shoving, come on and get your head outta the oven
Spinning on a bar stool, another private white fool!

As the world revolves around my head,
Look to the light
The crystal web you weave
Could never hold me tight

(Group) Ohhh, touching cloth!
(Ling) My real teacher doesn't like rice, and she ain't no preacher!
(Fume) Wrists of fury, gonna take you down to size
(Ling) Take me down!
(Fume) And now I got a new prize!
(Group) Touching cloth!
(Ling) Ya funkmeister, sounds like crap, and doesn't smell much nicer!
(Fume) The bigger the better, I like a butt that smells like leather
You wanna know what? I can smell your fear!

Bad mofo!
Big bad!

(Group) You can die! (x 4)
(Ling) You're going down!

Notes:

• This song features Mike Howe providing high-pitched backup vocals during the "you can die" chorus. The CD liner notes denote, "that's Mike up high!"