Y'all-B-Nasty

Lil' Mudflap - "Y'all-B-Nasty"

(Chorus)
Mudflap on the mic, yeah, I gotta be blunt.
You doin' some nasty stuff, I ain't even gonna front.
I'ma call it like I see it, from the truck to the shed,
You oughta be ashamed, man, scratch that outta your head.
Y'all-B-Nasty! (Say it!)
Y'all-B-Nasty! (Get outta here!)
Y'all-B-Nasty!
Get that stuff outta my sight!
I seen you crack a can of sardines in your pickup truck,
Oil runnin' down your chin, brother, you testin' your luck.
My stomach do a flip, I gotta walk right by,
That ain't no lunch, man, that's a culinary crime.
You talkin' 'bout livermush on the griddle plate,
Or grabbin' up a mountain oyster like it's a birthday treat.
You got that liver cheese baloney hangin' on a hook,
I'd rather eat the dirty pages outta my comic book!
(Pre-Chorus transition)
Stop it right now, you ain't got no control...
That greasy goodness is gonna take a toll!
(Chorus)
Mudflap on the mic, yeah, I gotta be blunt...
Verse 2: The "Funk & Filth" Habits
This verse is dedicated to poor hygiene and bad habits.
You got that lip full of dip and the spit-jug is near,
You missed the porch step and now the mess is right here.
That tobacco grin and the stain on your shirt,
You gonna give the whole town a serious health hurt.
You pop off your boots, that foot funk fillin' the air,
I'm rollin' down the windows, I gotta get outta there.
Then you lean in close, talkin' to me on the side,
With that onion breath that makes a grown man hide!
Seriously though, go brush your teeth right now...
Or Lil' Mudflap's gonna teach you how!
(Chorus)
Mudflap on the mic, yeah, I gotta be blunt...

Yeah Superman had come to town, Lil' Mudflap just slapped him down with my lyrical kryptonite. He didn't stay long he didn't want a fight Lil' Mudflap tearing up the night. Y'all-B-Nasty

Outro
Yeah. Lil' Mudflap.

Next time you try to offer me a can of pickled pigs' feet, I'ma just say... Y'all-B-Nasty!