[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