Alright all you dudes, dudettes, and non-binaries
This is time where you’d want to close your kids’ ears
Close your ears if you’re squeamish, hear me now
It’s Mister Nasty time
Aw shit it’s Mister Nasty time
This song is about morning sex

Baby you spring time beautiful
I’m tryna grow with you like the roses and petunias do
I’m thinking of a rendezvous so I can see your tulips bloom
Things I would do to you include getting closer than ya nails to ya cuticles
Body shaped like a cherry flavored Coca Cola
Throw it back like baggy clothes and Motorola’s
When you call me baby, got me thinking bout a stroller
And a ring on your hand about the size of coaster
It’s like the more you reveal
The more likely you and me gone have a gender reveal
Kisses real cleansing, how ginger would feel
Treat me like a king, I think I’m Simba forreal
Skin color like Hennessey
I don’t drink but I’m buzzing of your energy still
How bout we fall asleep in Pilsen and wake up in Europe
When we touching it’s Robitussin time moving like syrup
Syrup
Syrup
Syrup
Syrup
I want them pancakes in the morning buttermilk

I want them pancakes, in the morning buttermilk
Skin smooth like Japanese silk
Oh yeah yeah
Bamboo’d up off the Buddha
Love it raw, I’m sushi connoisseur
Love strong like athlete’s built
Care for you like Japanese silk
So gentle and smooth
In this magenta room

Eat the cake like Anna Mae awwww
Then fall asleep with the anime on
Roll a paper up so we can get calm
Purple like Thanos, we infinity stoned
Girl your body language written in poems
And when you’re nude, I’m like Langston Hughes
Hands hold you like guitars when I scoop ya up
I know that G string could use some tuning up
You hop up on the pipe like Mario
Working on ya cardiovascular
Blinds open, let the light in like aperture
Focused like a camera
Tryna match your stamina
Far from an amateur
Whoever left you, what were they thinking
Abe Lincoln, that’s a big cap, they tweaking
Fuck a diamond, you’re a quartz in a clock
You’re the tick to my tock, I know we kick it a lot
I hope you never get the urge to tell me to kick rocks
I got an appetite for you in the wickedest spots
Dinner for a sinner, I been feeling really reckless
Wake up and let me scramble your eggs for breakfast

I want them pancakes, in the morning buttermilk
Inside feel like Japanese silk
Oh yay yay
Bamboo’d up off the Buddha
Love it raw, I’m a sushi connoisseur
Love strong like athlete’s built
Care for you like Japanese silk
So gentle and smooth
In this magenta room