this, I'm in my bed, body's hot, soak 'n wet Thinking bout the things I like to do I'm open wide when it comes to freakin' you Imagine me, wet as can
as much but let's get one thing clear You raised me by choice and you didn't have to Showed me where to go when I had to use the bathroom Nasty that'
love with dyin' they were drinkin' from a fountain That is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes the images
tied with a golden rope She won't let you play your guitar And when you've cried enough Maybe she'll let you up For a nasty ride in her Shockadeli-car
can only get better I try to make a dent but it blends in with all the damage I try to look the other way but there's a mirror behind me I see images
look in the mirror who's staring at me reflections showing everything but the pain that's underneath I turn around and walk away but the images stay in
I wanna talk to you about forbidden pleasures of the flesh The most thrilling satisfaction for all mankind Better than everything you ever imagined in
let you go away I know we said some nasty things the other night But let's forget those words we said Girl cause, I can't imagine waking up all alone
' for a dime Get my swerve on, make it hot, word is bond I'm lickin' on your ankle bracelet We'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit I'm nasty
this, I'll beat you fuckin' senseless Deep and other bitches got me swingin' at the fences I bring it down like gravity, wit' the getto mentalitee To rule the oddity, the official nasty
be boys Slam, duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh, let the boys be boys Slam, duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh, let boys be boys I'm the mean, nasty, grease
do if it was you and me Tell me a secret, baby Tell, tell, tell me a secret, baby There ain't nobody in the universe That competes with you Imagine the
, Mr. Grinch,Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgracefulassortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots! You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,You're a nasty
wit a bow knock ya down, and don't give a fuck if u get up hoe But if ya calm down, we can chill and talk a while have a conversation, let imaginations
waist From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty Lower
raspy and nasty, I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley [Swift] I slide you dope without no procrastination, And you can watch me fuck up your imagination
the end of the line Paranoid, delusional, lovesick, lonely lost Nasty, jealous, insecure At least that's how I'm coming across Paranoid, delusional, lovesick, lonely lost Nasty
are closing down Don't be messing with our future Black babies, white babies Quarter Puerto Ricans, two-sixth's Chinese Any combination you could possibly imagine