Nasty

Peace

It's the fucking legend himself (Lalalalala)

The FLYGOD himself (La, la)

The Almighty (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...!)

The Merciful

Enough about me, though, ****

Fuck these ****, man

Fuck about none of these ****, man

I could make a blind **** see

You ain't fucking with me, ****, fuck you, ****

Ayo, it's Griselda, ****

Griselda

Ayo, kiss my rosaries

Face in Prada hoseries

Shot the first ten **** I seen (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom....!)

—so you know it's me

I'm in the cell readin' Dutch

Wipe the prints off, it's a must

'04 on the run

I'm Big—Smalls, L, or Pun (Get one, ****)

Gave my features to my son

Margiela gloves on the M1 (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot...)

Y'all **** bums

No commissary, no funds

My name golden, ****

Got your bitch open, ****

Hit the kitchen like Nitro

Leg drop the brick like Hogan, ****

I'm nasty

(I'm telling y'all, I don't give a fuck about none of these ****, man)

Yeah, yeah, I'm nasty

(I'm hearing these ****' shit, I'm not impressed, man, I swear, yo, my shit dropped in March, **** I'm already on my second one)

I'm nasty

(Mash up, my third one, ****, these **** can't fuck with me, ****)

Yeah, yeah, I'm nasty

(Y'all need to hang that bullshit up)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, here we go

The Outsiders in the ring

And they are hammering away

They're hammering away at Luger, who is all alone in there

This was a sneak attack

There's Hogan

There's Hollywood Hulk Hogan

The scourge of the wrestling world

And notice somethin' there, there's no yellow, there's no red, he's wearing black