George Clinton wanted to paint the White House black, but under a Blowfly administration, it would be a deep, ribald blue.
“Vote for me and you’ll all get laid,” promises “Blowfly for President,” from his new album Fahrenheit 69. That’s nothing compared to his plan to win the war on terror.
“I know how to get rid of terrorists,” vows Blowfly from his South Florida home. “I would send our most violent pussies over there to fuck they brains out. I know what you’re thinking: ‘What pussies we got that can fuck they brains out?’ Condoleezza Rice, pussy vice. Martha Stewart’s pussy fluid. Beyoncé Knowles’ pussy soul. If that doesn’t work, we’ll send Oprah Winfrey’s unemployed hemorrhoid.”
As “The Original Dirty Rapper,” Blowfly’s expert rhyming and obsession with all things sexual date back to his childhood in rural Georgia, when he would change the words of Ernest Tubb’s “Walking the Floor Over You” to “Jerking My Dick Over You.”
“The black people would hate it,” he says. “But the white girls would love it.”
Long before his protégés 2 Live Crew, Blowfly’s marvelously profane party records made him both famous and infamous; one Alabama shopkeeper was even arrested for selling them. He admits he has no idea how much money he missed out on because of under-the-counter album sales.
“It’s so nasty the record shop would tell you, ‘We don’t have it – go around back.'”
Minus the wrestling mask, 59-year-old Clarence Reid has written songs for KC & the Sunshine Band, Betty Wright, and Sam & Dave, and is actually very straitlaced. He doesn’t smoke, drink, or sleep around, can quote scripture as readily as spoof Bobby Brown’s “My Prerogative,” and once declined a $500 bill from Frank Sinatra after Ol’ Blue Eyes dropped his wallet outside a Miami hotel.
“Frank said, ‘If that’s what you want, keep it,'” Blowfly recalls. “I said, ‘Mister, could you just give me a $10? My momma’s gonna think I stole it.'”
This article appears in March 18 • 2005.