In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Uh, yeah Bitch Make it Nasty
Tongue down her throat
While the other bitch gaggin'
Bottles in the basket
Pills in the plastic
She gone do drugs, but we don't do acid
Fuckin' on the mattress, hit a bed spring
Ain't nothin' better, it's the best thing
Gotta China bitch, straight from Beijing
Pussy so tight, all she do is scream
Oh, bend it over, make you touch your toes
I like how she merry-go-round round the pole
Pose, ha, open, close.
I like when my bitches don't wear no clothes
It's hot up in this mother fucker, r-r-reload
Gangstas in this mother fucker,
We got it sold
T-T-T-Raww, when I walk in the door
Bitches they know, yeah, bitches they know. Ha
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Uh, Yeah nigga Ima star
Stacks on black, you could use the black car
Pull-up, hop out, Valet the car
'Bout to go big, got bitches galore
Tippin' on the shh, then she drop it to the floor
I like blowjobs, she could be my employer
(Back it up) Then I put it in her backdoor
Now it lights out, l-lights out, like Roy
Jones Junior, T-Raww the ruler
Slicker than a Gold patch, gold chain Cuban
Rope, till it's bruising, Dick on punte'
Gimmie gimmie chocha, Kill it like OJ
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Clap clap clap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Clap clap clap that ass make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Uh, yeah Bitch Make it Nasty
Tongue down her throat
While the other bitch gaggin'
Bottles in the basket
Pills in the plastic
She gone do drugs, but we don't do acid
Fuckin' on the mattress, hit a bed spring
Ain't nothin' better, it's the best thing
Gotta China bitch, straight from Beijing
Pussy so tight, all she do is scream
Oh, bend it over, make you touch your toes
I like how she merry-go-round round the pole
Pose, ha, open, close.
I like when my bitches don't wear no clothes
It's hot up in this mother fucker, r-r-reload
Gangstas in this mother fucker,
We got it sold
T-T-T-Raww, when I walk in the door
Bitches they know, yeah, bitches they know. Ha
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Uh, Yeah nigga Ima star
Stacks on black, you could use the black car
Pull-up, hop out, Valet the car
'Bout to go big, got bitches galore
Tippin' on the shh, then she drop it to the floor
I like blowjobs, she could be my employer
(Back it up) Then I put it in her backdoor
Now it lights out, l-lights out, like Roy
Jones Junior, T-Raww the ruler
Slicker than a Gold patch, gold chain Cuban
Rope, till it's bruising, Dick on punte'
Gimmie gimmie chocha, Kill it like OJ
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Clap clap clap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty
Clap clap clap that ass make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Make It Nasty Lyrics as written by Michael Stevenson Cp Dubb
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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