Lyrics:

Yea
You're coming off like you're Van Damme
You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am
You've got names like Billy Ray
Now you sing 'Hip Hop Hooray'

Put your Oakley's, stone wash on
Watching MTV and you watch on
And #1 on the side and don't touch the back
And #6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack

Mullet head, don't touch the back
Cut the sides, don't touch the back
Cut the sides, don't touch the back
Cut the sides and don't touch the back

Shiny chrome rims never rusted
Driving through the tunnel and you might get busted
Never trusted, mullet head
You know you took that girl to bed

Cruising 8th Street, Saturday night
And trying to find a head shop, looking to fight
You've got that stonewash derriere, yeah
Spike the top because the week-end is here

You wanna know what's a mullet?
Well, I got a little story to tell
About a hair style that's way of life
Have you ever seen a mullet wife?

Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee
'Cause you don't know about the mullet head
Cruise in my IROC, stonewash on my cock
Got it like that 'cause I'm the mullet head
Put me on trial, I'm worth your while
Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the mullet man

Got The New York Post, read that story
About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory
They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl
Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world

A real lover man, a real Casanova
Joey got horny and now he's over
Amy got pissed, shot his wife
Joey goes to jail for the rest of his life

Cut the sides, don't touch the back
The back, the back
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