Nasty As I Wanna Be

Gutter lovin'....

I’m nasty as I wanna be so f**k a 2 Live Crew,
I am The Cunning Linguist; nothin but the truth I do,
that freaky dirty s**t that makes you cuss your mama’s name,
you said you like it nasty darling; good cause I’m the same.

I’ll toss your f****n salad using creamy onion dip,
I’m right here in your face; no need to dream cause I’m the s**t,
the tissue and the toilet darling; come and flush me out,
your moaning makes me grab your hair and roughly f**k your mouth.

It’s just not lovey-dovey this specific day and time,
I do these things in tandem; kill the twat and slay a rhyme,
the bedroom and the notepad double up the way I shine,
to wreck your walls like wrecking balls is sure to make it mine.

I don’t mean this all chest out but my dear I got that work,
to deconstruct your body ending with a hot a*s squirt,
I’ll catch it with my tongue out like there’re snowflakes falling down,
and try as though we might there’s just no way to halt the sounds,

of ecstasy; it’s chess not checkers how I move around,
it’s penetration music and we’re grooving to the sounds,
that resonate within a room as well within your womb,
so tight it’s like “aiight my dick’s been sealed within a tomb”.

Sarcophagus for c**k; I feel like Mumm-Ra when released,
transmogrified by sexy you to sumthin of a beast,
that even Lion-O and all his peoples couldn’t stop,
I’m King Kong when I’m sexin; helicopters couldn’t drop,

me even with a thousand rounds; I’m goin pound for pound,
I’ll jab and uppercut your womb until it's found the ground,
a KO for this A-hole movin way too fast to see,
my b*****d steez abiding to be nasty as I be.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

Nasty without much class, with this piece I just said fuck it and let it fly.