Nasty Man (Classic 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 porn in slow-mo'
Oooh, if I'm j*rking I ain't talking dancing
I just Googled the boobs 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 embarrass you
Don't watch that, febreze that sh*t
Manners at the table, who needs that sh*t?
Pick my nose on the low, they never see that sh*t
If I'm hungry then I might just eat that sh*t
[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 sex 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 classic 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 ass 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 sex 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 classic 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, gassing 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*t 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 YouPorn, I mean YouTube
Your lyrics stinks like my dogs' poo-poo...