Dirt Nasty - Twisted Lyrics
Dirt Nasty - Twisted Lyrics
It's twisted
It goes one, two, three, to the six
I flunked math bitch, suck my dick
I was born in another dimension
I parked my spaceship on the
Dick of a gremlin my shit 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
Brrrr, motorboat beer tit's
I'm from the future
And I'll put my dick inside a six shooter
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
Bitch 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
Do the pussy 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 dick
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 titties smell like a
Bottle of Red Hot
Leave that f*ckin' stupid bitch for dead, not
Your momma's baboon butt it's mushy and gross
I got a new dance called "Do the Pussy Toast"
Pussy toast, pussy pussy toast
I'll kill your pussy then
F*ck your pussy's ghost
Palatial diamonds
Ferraris and expensive mansions
Palatial, palatial
Gold caviar, yachts on the shore
All of the things you can't afford
Palatial, palatial
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It's twisted
It goes one, two, three, to the six
I flunked math bitch, suck my dick
I was born in another dimension
I parked my spaceship on the
Dick of a gremlin my shit 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
Brrrr, motorboat beer tit's
I'm from the future
And I'll put my dick inside a six shooter
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
Bitch 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
Do the pussy 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 dick
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 titties smell like a
Bottle of Red Hot
Leave that f*ckin' stupid bitch for dead, not
Your momma's baboon butt it's mushy and gross
I got a new dance called "Do the Pussy Toast"
Pussy toast, pussy pussy toast
I'll kill your pussy then
F*ck your pussy's ghost
Palatial diamonds
Ferraris and expensive mansions
Palatial, palatial
Gold caviar, yachts on the shore
All of the things you can't afford
Palatial, palatial
It goes one, two, three, to the six
I flunked math bitch, suck my dick
I was born in another dimension
I parked my spaceship on the
Dick of a gremlin my shit 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
Brrrr, motorboat beer tit's
I'm from the future
And I'll put my dick inside a six shooter
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
Bitch 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
Do the pussy 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 dick
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 titties smell like a
Bottle of Red Hot
Leave that f*ckin' stupid bitch for dead, not
Your momma's baboon butt it's mushy and gross
I got a new dance called "Do the Pussy Toast"
Pussy toast, pussy pussy toast
I'll kill your pussy then
F*ck your pussy's ghost
Palatial diamonds
Ferraris and expensive mansions
Palatial, palatial
Gold caviar, yachts on the shore
All of the things you can't afford
Palatial, palatial