You wanted flirty
But it ain’t me, baby-doll, I’m straight up dirty
Chocolate squirty, herpes, and a case of the scurvy
I live in squalor, holler, [inaudible] dollar
My lyrics are real, disarmingly genteel, a touch puerile, like a resplendent stiletto heel slipping on a rotting banana peel
I like my strippers freshly showered
Even though I never bathe (save when it rains)
So I live with the stains and
From the tape worm that trains from my gut
To my butt
Also, full disclosure: head lice
The size of basmati rice
I’m not being lewd, just really precise.
Some other rappers are filthy, figuratively
But not me, comparatively, I speak of filth much more literally.
[gently places mic on floor]