Wow, Helen

Nasty Nasty
Nasty Nasty

Can't fix that
With rhinoplasty

Gets her fix
on num-nums and beets
Failing them tricks
Embarrassed on the streets

Poopin' at a disco
Homies in 'frisco
Thinkin' 'bout Mexico
Driving to a Texaco

Scoring some wheat
at a Bodega down the street
My sausage is my treat
I fart in my fuckin' seat

You wanna know why
I bleed my bitches dry
It's comforting to know
They'll never run outta snow

Didja catch me at the ouija board?
Ninja bitchin' 'bout my extension cord
I told him to quit playin'
His ninja ass be slayin'

What up, punk?
Whatchoo thunk?
Are you drunk, are you crunk?
That shit stunk, now you're sunk