Dirt Nasty - Dropping Names lyrics

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Dirt Nasty - Dropping Names lyrics

I did c**aine with David Blaine He made my blow disappear, mayne We pulled the train off Ms. Love Hewitt She knows what I did last summer, stupid Oh please, Tara Reid Took her to eat and she was scared of the beef So i had to f** Jessica Simpson In the kitchen, while she was fixing some chicken And her little sister Ashley Was waiting in the pantry, Spreading the a**cheeks Yelling, "Dirt Nasty!" Tell my sis Hurry up with the Teriyaki Then I did Demi in the pooper With a semi, she thought i was Kutcher (man) Dude I heard a rumor. (What's that?) Alyssa Milano is good for a nooner And I ain't mad At Jennifer Aniston, took it in the a** at the Hotel Radison Her Dad thought it was the Pitt's 'Cause when he walked in, I was pinchin' her tits Now picture this, I got a photo, of Fred Durst's dick It's about an inch For real, I stole it from his b**h Some think that I'm phony homie I play with my penis like Adrien Brody. f** you sue me I'll be sniffin' ruffies with George Clooney L.A. is like Groundhog Day Same old sh*t never f**ing rains Droppin' Names What a shame Never thought I'd Turn out this way (Repeat) I bursted the c*nt Drew first blood on Kirsten Dunst. And what about the Olsens? At the Golden Globes, Holdin' my scrotum Where the f** Hillary Duff? I'mma make her smoke dust and choke nuts No I'm not kiddin' I'll Moulin Douche Nicole Kidman Head spinnin' from the Vodka Courtney Cox s**ed my co*k in a Mazda. Near Jamba Juice In the parking lot, bombin' on Tom Cruise His dick's like a needle Mine's Titanic, ask Leo Or Vin Diesel We were shootin' Speed in his agent's Regel I'm harming my rectum (HMM) Pardon my French, Carmen Electra And Haley Joel Osment Is gonna be doin' coke before his balls be droppin. My nards aren't clean, I've been partying with Charlie Sheen. Hey Angelina Jolie Why don't you put them lips on my Roman Cannoli Like Monica Bellucci I heard the coochie, smells like Bleu Cheese. I'm horny for beaver. Gimme a call, Sigourney Weaver. L.A. is like Groundhog Day Same old sh** never f**ing rains Droppin' Names What a shame Never thought I'd Turn out this way (Repeat)