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Gotta Leave This Town lyrics

Yo, let me introduce my man Dirt Nasty
Dirtiest rapper alive

I woke up in the hospital
Catheter in my dick, suckin' on a Popsicle
They say you ran over officers, in a 5.0
Bumpin' papa roach

I said, "Where's my clothes?"
Half swoll with a Tahoe nose
My brain straight froze
So cold I'm ice skatin' on hoes

Got to leave this town
(Dirt nasty)
And change my name, yeah
(Dirt nasty)
My future's lookin' dim
(Dirt, Dirt nasty)
Like it'll never, never be the same

I woke up in the back of the cop car
With my dick lookin' redder than a lobster
Smellin' like tuna tar, tar
All you can eat shrimp dick and pasta

I don't bother my father
I don't know where he lives, I think Reno Nevada
He addicted to vodka and he the same reason
I ain't talked to my daughter

Got to leave this town
(Dirt nasty)
And change my name, yeah
(Dirt nasty)
My future's lookin' dim
(Dirt, dirtiest rapper alive)
Like it'll never, never be the same

This Dirt Nasty tryin' to leave this
This ghetto streets and the poverty
And the livelihood stricken
From the white community, call it now

I woke up in Attica, gettin' my back rubbed
By a black panther from Africa
He looked like Shaft identical
And he thought I looked like Lars from Metallica

Shit was magical
Afterwards we shared a Marlboro romantically
Then I got released
Dick picked me up in a black caprice

Got to leave this town
And change my name, yeah
My future's lookin' dim
Like it'll never, never be the same

Got to leave this town
And change my name, yeah
My future's lookin' dim
Like it'll never, never be the same

All these other prophets
These are the chosen few
These are the selected youth
These are the ones that shine upon
Thine meridian with a 4th level of Gondor

I am a metaphysical visionary
Third chapter dimensions
Castle of corgi, I see darkness
Intertwine my mind upon thy 9 caliber

Russian roulette stamina
Tylenol flip the fast track of
The anomaly that's preposterous
(Stop)
My words are better verbs towards the
(Stop, stop)

Shut the fuck up man, what's wrong with you?
Nothin' man, you know? I been doin' good
Quit smokin' weed, y'know
I've been doin' some yoga, little pilates

Just gettin' more in tune with myself
You know, gettin' in touch with mind
Spirit, and body

You sound like a little bitch
Take a hit of this
And kick that old Dirt Nasty shit
About gettin' yo dick sucked

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