Twisted lyrics

by

Too $hort


[Verse 1: Dirt Nasty]
It's twisted

It goes one, two, three, to the six
I flunked math b*tch, suck my di*k
I was born in another dimension
I parked my spaceship on the di*k of a gremlin
My sh*t 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
Brrrrrr, motorboat beer tits
I'm from the future
And I'll put my di*k inside a six shooter


[Verse 2: RiFF RAFF]
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
b*tch 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
[Verse 3: Andy Milonakis]
Do the pus*y 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 di*k
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 b*tch for dead, not
Your momma's baboon butt it's mushy and gross
I got a new dance called "Do the pus*y Toast"
pus*y toast, pus*y pus*y toast
I'll kill your pus*y then f*ck your pus*y's ghost

[Outro]
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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