Nate Rocket Wonder - Nasty Man (Cla**ic Man Parody) lyrics

[Intro: Futuristic] Ah, I just farted in the booth, it freaking stinks I'm a nasty man I'm a nasty man You're ready, Jakob? Let's do it [Hook: Futuristic] I don't even know her name But I eat it anyway (Get over here) In my shirt there's hella stains Cause I wear it everyday, yeah [Verse 1: Futuristic] Yeah, nasty with the flow though Making pizza with my feet in Kansas, todo Get it? Spit hit the ground like a yo-yo I like to watch MILF p**n in slow-mo' Oooh, if I'm jerking I ain't talking dancing I just Googled the b**bs of Marilyn Manson I met Bam Margera and depantsed him I got a lot of pubic hair, tell me, is it handsome? You know I'm farting on the first date If we race to the car you know I'm getting first place I cook terrible The smell of my underwear is unbearable I'll probably embarra** you Don't watch that, febreze that sh** Manners at the table, who needs that sh**? Pick my nose on the low, they never see that sh** If I'm hungry then I might just eat that sh** [Hook: Futuristic & Jakob Owens] I'm a nasty man Chilling on the couch with my hands in my pants I'm a nasty man You know I have s** with all my female fans I'm a nasty man When I finish cooking dinner, let my dog clean the pan I'm a nasty man I'm not a cla**ic man [Verse 2: Jakob Owens] I poop with the door open I don't really care if it stinks Dirty dishes stacked in the sink (Zach, do the dishes) Flies everywhere, yeah, the stench really reeks I ain't never brush my teeth I ain't take a shower in the last few weeks I ain't never wipe between my cheeks Dirty a** hands when I dap all my peeps [Hook: Futuristic & Jakob Owens] I'm a nasty man Chilling on the couch with my hands in my pants I'm a nasty man You know I have s** with all my female fans I'm a nasty man When I finish cooking dinner, let my dog clean the pan I'm a nasty man I'm not a cla**ic man I don't even know her name But I eat it anyway In my shirt there's hella stains Cause I wear it everyday, yeah [Verse 3: Jakob Owens] I'm spitting candy bars with raisins in them Cause my rhymes are sharp, ga**ing on the track I ain't even fart but it stinks in here Haven't showered in a week, fungus on my feet I'm a nasty man, lotion now beating on my meat Skeet, skeet on your track, cause that sh** is wack Hot bars, that's a fact, sweat dripping of my sacks Snapchat your breasts, can I take a peek? Check me out on Youp**n, I mean YouTube Your lyrics stinks like my dogs' poo-poo...