The Fly Boys Talk "All About That Ass," Meghan Trainor Parody

The Fly Boys Talk "All About That Ass," Meghan Trainor Parody

Meghan Trainor's "All About That Bass," has touched millions, including Miami's own the Fly Boys, who decided to make their own version, called "All About That Ass."

It's a dirty, explicit, and triple-x-filled sex romp that will either make you laugh or cringe.

We caught up with the group's Dino Fly to find out all about the crazy track. Here's what he had to say about growing up with hookers, hitchhiking to Miami, and getting the Blowfly seal of approval.

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Crossfade: Who are the Fly Boys?

Dino Fly: The Fly Boys are the true speakers of sexuality in music, with cock and balls and vagina and all the goodness that society has chosen to frown upon except for our fans, who realize the greatness of fucking and pussy-eating.

What type of music do you make?

The Fly Boys typically aim for doing sexually dirty and filthy x-rated parodies of relevant, happening artists to insult, inflame, exacerbate, pontificate, and then masturbate and spread our white stuff on as many beautiful women as possible... and a little bit for our homosexual fans also, the last squeeze of white jizz for our homosexual fans so they can have a taste too.

How'd you come up with this parody to the Meghan Trainor song "All About the Bass"?

It's an excellent song to empower big women, and we respect and admire that. And the Fly Boys are just saying, "Hey, plug on in to that power,. Plug on in, and let the power take you to the mountaintop. Ride that wave of big girl all the way."

What inspired the lyrics?

The lyrics are all divinely inspired, such as "Your snatch was made for caressing and loving my balls/I'm gonna fuck your ass, go ahead put some more spit on that." That all comes from true life and our ability to speak lyrically with good music and quality production. Whether you like it or not, in the deep, dark recesses of your bedroom and filthy perverted minds, you all know you're thinking the same shit, and you love it.

How did you get the Blowfly seal of approval?

Blowfly has been a big fan for many years. We've worked on several joints together and will be coming out with a new album in the next couple of months. We communicate regularly, and the album should be thoroughly disgusting and insulting and in violation of all things that stifle the beauty of human sexuality. It will be full of all-around silliness and fun that sex toys and a good fuck bring to everybody who is legal and consenting age to participate in nonviolent, caring, deep, and penetrating love. And white stuff, sex, and revolution to the constitution so you can fuck all night.

How many people are in the Fly Boys?

It's multiple people. This track is featuring me, Dino Fly, from Brooklyn, New York.

How did you end up in Miami?

Well, I grew up in a whorehouse. My mother was a prostitute, and my daddy was a pimp, so I've got more than my share of ass-whooping and abandonment issues. I caught rides with strangers all the way from Brooklyn to Miami when I turned 18, and somewhere around Pennsylvania, three beautiful women picked me up in a Honda Odyssey. One took my mouth, one took my hand, and one took my balls. They passed me around like a bottle of Jack for days on end. There was cum everywhere. By North Carolina, they were all dried up and tired. They kicked me out at a Citgo, and my journey continued. A brown man called James gave me the secret to fame and fortune. He said "Please, please, please, get a new bag, you stupid motherfuckers." Then he kicked me in the ass, and the next thing I knew, I was in Allapattah.

What happened next?

I came to Miami seeking the blessing of the godfather of nasty music. I found Blowfly, and he put his filthy hands on me and said, "I cast upon you the curse of the pussy that smells like old shoes. Saggy titties and smelly asses, go and spread you white molasses. Write them hits, and write them dirty, or your dick will fall off before you're 30."

How'd you name the group?

We ain't good-looking, but we do know how to fuck and make good music. Plus we know how to rhyme and just like eating pussy; practice takes time. As long as it smells OK. So if you got an odor, please don't ignore it. Go to the doctor and let them explore it. If it's the yeast, your problem's a beast. No more fun in the sheets, and the eating will cease. So clear it up, clean it well, and let a Fly Boy come in and enjoy that smell.

Who else is in the group?

I do most of the lyrics; then you got Fishman Fly. He's the beatmaster. We met in a strip club in Little Havana. Yabba Dabba Fly is our manager. And we have occasional guest Flys that swarm around this pile of shit we call a group.

What's all that noise I hear in the background?

I'm over here at an exotic massage place in Pinecrest, and the happy ending is almost here. I'm gonna have to step off this phone call and let this beautiful woman finish her work. Damn, she has some soft hands. It's been fun, but this is funner. So go fuck yourself. And that's a compliment. If I wanted to insult ya, I'd say "go unfuck yourself." 'Cause everything about fuckin' is fuckin' beautiful.

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