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letra de nasty man (classic man parody) - futuristic

[intro: futuristic]
ah, i just farted in the booth, it freaking stinks
i’m a nasty man
i’m a nasty man
you’re ready, jakob? let’s do it

[hook: futuristic]
i don’t even know her name
but i eat it anyway (get over here)
in my shirt there’s h-lla stains
cause i wear it everyday, yeah

[verse 1: futuristic]
yeah, nasty with the flow though
making pizza with my feet in kansas, todo
get it? spit hit the ground like a yo-yo
i like to watch milf p-rn in slow-mo’
oooh, if i’m jerking i ain’t talking dancing
i just googled the b00bs of marilyn manson
i met bam margera and depantsed him
i got a lot of pubic hair, tell me, is it handsome?
you know i’m farting on the first date
if we race to the car you know i’m getting first place
i cook terrible
the smell of my underwear is unbearable
i’ll probably embarr-ss you
don’t watch that, febreze that sh-t
manners at the table, who needs that sh-t?
pick my nose on the low, they never see that sh-t
if i’m hungry then i might just eat that sh-t

[hook: futuristic & jakob owens]
i’m a nasty man
chilling on the couch with my hands in my pants
i’m a nasty man
you know i have s-x with all my female fans
i’m a nasty man
when i finish cooking dinner, let my dog clean the pan
i’m a nasty man
i’m not a cl-ssic man

[verse 2: jakob owens]
i p–p with the door open
i don’t really care if it stinks
dirty dishes stacked in the sink (zach, do the dishes)
flies everywhere, yeah, the stench really reeks
i ain’t never brush my t–th
i ain’t take a shower in the last few weeks
i ain’t never wipe between my cheeks
dirty -ss hands when i dap all my peeps

i don’t even know her name
but i eat it anyway
in my shirt there’s h-lla stains
cause i wear it everyday, yeah

[verse 3: jakob owens]
i’m spitting candy bars with raisins in them
cause my rhymes are sharp, g-ssing on the track
i ain’t even fart but it stinks in here
haven’t showered in a week, fungus on my feet
i’m a nasty man, lotion now beating on my meat
skeet, skeet on your track, cause that sh-t is wack
hot bars, that’s a fact, sweat dripping of my sacks
snapchat your br–sts, can i take a peek?
check me out on youp-rn, i mean youtube
your lyrics stinks like my dogs’ poo-poo…

- futuristic

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