Dirty Thoughts

Lyrics

[Intro: Complete] Oi, Layla, why are people so fuckin' narrow minded, yet they have the guts to say we're fucked up? [Chorus: Complete] Some say I am disgusting The sick and perverted sort Well, I don't give a fuckin' shit Cause I can't stop these dirty, dirty thoughts Some say I am disgusting The sick and perverted sort Well, I don't give a fuckin' shit Cause I can't stop these dirty, dirty thoughts [Verse 1: Complete] Thoughts gross, deeper than hoarse throats Twisted like the cord when a fetus is born choked I'd forge notes to my teacher and sports coach Till they found me pleasin' the school priest in a wardrobe My missus' lawn's mowed firm, night and day But it's probably 'cause she only turned five in May I'm a strange kind of psycho, only fight with gays 'Cause they're likely to die quicker if combined with AIDS My mind's decayed, when I'm not abusin' kids with Layla I like to name my poos and introduce 'em to my neighbour Confusion's in my nature, fuck provin' that I'm greater Regrets keep me fresh, like food in a container Shoot me with a taser, 'cause I need a be shocked Believe it or not, I wanna make this freak in me stop 'Cause I doubt you'll ever see my CD in a shop But you can see me bleed from my cock On your street, asleep with your dog [Chorus: Complete] Some say I am disgusting The sick and perverted sort Well, I don't give a fuckin' shit Cause I can't stop these dirty, dirty thoughts Some say I am disgusting The sick and perverted sort Well, I don't give a fuckin' shit Cause I can't stop these dirty, dirty thoughts [Verse 2: Layla] I got dirty thoughts, like sperm in a horse After churnin' out Pharlap's and girthin' his corpse Cream yeast in your face with cottage cheese drawers [?] strap on [?], of course Serve up my herring with berries, weak three Wear confetti as sheets, with my cheap bloody Maries Freeze turds for dildos, but keep no size varies Depending on how much I eat of my bloke's hairy Stick finger, pink bitch, touch up my big stick Convince [?] to slam the shorts of a midget Jam seven inches up a reverend's vas deferens And pray to all the medicines his altar boy revenges him It's common fact often the last comet spat Does gobby, smack staff, can't fathom an office chat [?] when I got so warped on tap Maybe when the cord got wrapped Bus blew out my mother's gash [Chorus: Complete] Some say I am disgusting The sick and perverted sort Well, I don't give a fuckin' shit Cause I can't stop these dirty, dirty thoughts Some say I am disgusting The sick and perverted sort Well, I don't give a fuckin' shit Cause I can't stop these dirty, dirty thoughts [Outro: Complete] Layla SBX, Complete TPW, we get dirty fuckin' thoughts, ha. This beat reminds me of rabbit sex, man, it's weird. Sorry, I can just picture rabbits fuckin' in my head for some reason, it's weird. Alright