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dirt nasty – twisted lyrics

[verse 1: dirt nasty]
it’s twisted

it goes one, two, three, to the six
i flunked math b-tch, suck my d-ck
i was born in another dimension
i parked my sp-ceship on the d-ck of a gremlin
my sh-t no make sense
kind of like camping, it’s in tents
cotton candy, rockin’ panties
yeah, i f-cked brock lesnar’s granny
we twisted as f-ck
i crashed the firetruck on a dead duck
timber, watch the wood
i’m in the denver, i got the goods
flawless, i’m the weirdest
brrrrrr, motorboat beer t-ts
i’m from the future
and i’ll put my d-ck inside a six shooter

[verse 2: riff raff]
riff raff ballin’

gone for a minute
now i can’t tell you where i been
i came back like a boomerang lesbian
for you pedestrians, i got a suggestion
next recession, i’m giving carry on luggage lessons
you can’t sleep, i got a magenta sprite
when i was four i poured a four in my pedialyte
great ganders
loosen up the pamelas
feed her to the camera then dance like tony danza
lemon phantom, you senile
for you step-childs got charlton heston on speed dial
riff raff ballin’
drapes out in palm springs
midnight pink, vanna white mood rings
b-tch got my check
you better check my neck
who’s next to flex?
i pull up in a t-rex
i’m in your intersection
your girlfriend twerking
but she still got a c-section
i can’t be serious, you can’t be serious
you’re so inferior, i’m like a furnace
i’m furious, i’m fearless
you need to take a herpes test
riff raff golden child
are you illiterate?
you irate, uneducated, non-vocabula-seabiscuit
i pull up in the earthquake quick
mix ’em up, bisquick

[verse 3: andy milonakis]
do the p-ssy toast

i be that fly dude eating thai food
don’t test my mood cause i’m rude
you don’t like it, suck my d-ck
while you’re wearing a tutu
all my homies here so we gonna run a choo-choo
choo-choo, charlie train
and we hittin’ from the back cause you’re a gnarly dame
pochantas, milonakis
indian greeks, yeah i’m into them freaks
your momma’s t-tties smell like a bottle of red hot
leave that f-ckin’ stupid b-tch for dead, not
your momma’s baboon b-tt it’s mushy and gross
i got a new dance called “do the p-ssy toast”
p-ssy toast, p-ssy p-ssy toast
i’ll k!ll your p-ssy then f-ck your p-ssy’s ghost

[outro]
palatial
diamonds
ferraris and expensive mansions
palatial, palatial
gold caviar, yachts on the sh0r-
all of the things you can’t afford
palatial, palatial

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