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letra de nasty shit - lifeseeker

yeah, w-ssup
this is p flake, comin’ out with the rawness
’09, yeah!

[verse 1: peruvian flake]
s-x, s-x, s-x, what’s next? what’s next?
i like to pump it hard with the solar plexus
we in the club if you wanna come check us
i roll out in the hybrid lexus
after a long night, baby, take you to breakfast
blueberry pancakes with all of the extras
turkey, bacon sizzlin’, sippin’ on frescas
make you c-m under the table twice
i’m so unpretentious

[verse 2: doctor prophecy]
doc props over cyclops with the eyedrops
to relieve your inner visions
so you lose your inhibitions
ever loved a fallopian? kaleidoscope utopia
cornucopia of flavors, -rg-smic behavior
i’m a tongue, catch me from
i’m your s-xual savior
spent a mint on my dollars on a hundred s-x scholars
get you higher than keezer, plus 10,000 ravers
with natural ecstasy, my aura’s 31 flavors

[verse 3: dutchman]
tell them the dutchman may have another expedition
gonna rock my boat to the sound of new additions
candy man, i’m a handy man
and when i do it on the beach i’m a sandy man
i’m a random man, been to denver and j-pan
where i battle all my people ’cause i understand
all the people of the world love all the cuisines
plus every kind of country’s girly magazines
and that’s-

[chorus]
nasty sh-t, yeah, nasty sh-t
it ain’t no low brow or cl-ssy sh-t
it’s more like a feeling that you have to get
to turn an ice cold night into p-ssionate
nasty sh-t, yeah, nasty sh-t
cruise ’round your neighborhood, cold blastin’ it
it ain’t no gold tone or br-ssy sh-t
it’s just 24-karat nasty sh-t

[verse 4: doctor prophecy]
with my velvet cloak, mirrors and smoke
i don’t walk into a party, baby doll, i flow
levitatin’ is great when my lungs are inflatin’
with the rhymes i be statin’, that’ll be lubricatin’
makin’ the flow smooth, we improve with the motion
it’s the secret ingredient to all of my potions
girl, you’re sippin’ devotion, flavor ain’t artificial
tastes just like the ocean, splashin’ from my love missile

[verse 5: dutchman]
lemme tell ya little story ’bout a year ago
went to the movies, sat in the front row
saw a fly little lady lookin’ ’round with a frown
sayin’ “hey there, cutie, why don’t you sit down
right next to me, that’s a recipe
for some quality time, my specialty
with some almond m&m’s and then red vines
and we’ll make conversation and real good times
plus a large popcorn, please don’t say no!!”
she reached my kernels and she touched my whoa!!!
got thrown out the theater right after it
when that girl started screamin’ lot of nasty sh-t

[verse 6: peruvian flake]
well, i rolled in the town with my popemobile
but i flipped that p to a dopemobile
see, i don’t mac wack wheels that lack appeal
f-ck that, i’ll ride around in the batmobile
left the hummer stunner that you peeked last summer
but the one from the tv show, that’s way more dumber
out of control is how i roll
with batgirl and catwoman slidin’ down my pole

[verse 7: doctor prophecy]
if you get in a rut that’s repet-tive static
take it to a new place that ain’t automatic
drawings, fingerpaints, that’s p-rnographic
erotic recipes could drive her bat sh-t
take your pick of the s-x toys:
french tickler, b-tt plug, nipple clamps, and cuffs in particular
trip somethin’ in the brain, get ’em goin’ insane
they go from plain jane to rockin’ ya like a hurricane

[verse 8: dutchman]
said, you like french kissin’?
well, listen, take it to the next level, step to some p-ssin’
ain’t nothin’ like the power of a golden shower
i’ma get my girl for like half an hour
just drink this soda that was made to order
three extra larges and two king cobras oughta do it
now let’s get to it!
got my shower cap on, flow with that fluid!

[verse 9: peruvian flake]
i said rootie tootie, time to get that booty
of another fly cutie and do my duty
that gluteus maximus, got me askin this
fly speciman if she mind me waxin’ this
bug for a moment, i’ma glaze her donut
sound kinda dope now, not wack, don’t it?
p flake, always love the b-tts on women
with the t-tties and the tushies, that’s how i’m livin’

[chorus]
nasty sh-t, yeah, nasty sh-t
it ain’t no low brow or cl-ssy sh-t
it’s more like a feeling that you have to get
to turn an ice cold night into p-ssionate
nasty sh-t, yeah, nasty sh-t
cruise through your neighborhood, cold blastin’ it
no, it ain’t gold tone or br-ssy sh-t
it’s just certified, 24 karat nasty sh-t

- lifeseeker

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