Lemme tell ya:
Nasty
[to the beat of Ratchet Girl Anthem]
What follows is the truth.
Outa bed, lazy ass
get to class, crazy fast
sun high as fuck half the day's passed
sweet sleep can't last and I woke up nasty
oh em gee, wut do he hav on? (he nasty!)
his hungova ass shoulda stayed ahome (because he nasty)
gimme yaphone, ima take this critter picture (he nasty!)
got it, it's going on my twitter (oh, he so nasty)
he looks grungy he looks groggy like he's stoned (he nasty!)
why he in rags if he's rich, he ain't po (and he still nasty)
I jus wanna throa towel at his face (because he nasty)
such an eye-sore, outta-place disgrace (he nasty)
True, same old pants as yesterday
same jeans same briefs as yesterday
had a few wet dreams since yesterday
so I might not smell my best today
But I'm not gonna stress bout mess today
I got no girl to impress today
Altoid mint, brush and spit, no clean t-shirt, shit, I'll be okay
And I ain't showered like I oughta
Styled my hair with water
look like I crawled outta cupboard like a muggle Harry Potter
Ain't had time to roll deo this morn'
fresh b.o., that's my cologne
Don't give a fuck what you think, I'm grown
So I'll stink link the mink in that Macklemore song
Opposite of mister Clean, rinse my mouth with listerine
sweet caffine, my gasoline, straight black no cream
toss it down lookin mean like that college kid meme
oh em gee, wut do he hav on? (he nasty!)
his hungova ass shoulda stayed at home (because he nasty)
gimme yaphone, ima take this critter picture (he nasty!)
got it, it's going on my twitter (oh, he so nasty)
he looks grungy he looks groggy like he's stoned (he nasty!)
why he in rags if he's rich, he ain't po (he still nasty)
I jus wanna throa towel at his face (because he nasty)
such an eye-sore, outta-place disgrace (he nasty)
In the corner of my class want an empty seat
to my left cuz I don't smell sweet
You might catch a whiff: maybe sweat or skeet
But here comes that girl again, oh sheeeeet
She rock the hottest body in chemistry
She gotta keep walkin, no, she's next to me
Why oh why'd she sit next to me
Can't let her looks or mine get the best of me
And so, I sigh,
At least she's wearing them yoga pants,
She prolly partied last night, with her friends, at a dance
And here there's still no chance for romance,
I still look like trash, wish she'd just walked past
so I could watch that ass from behind dark glasses
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