Actually, the actual yuckiest thing about me,
and anybody who knows me personally will agree,
it's small.
It's just the entire interior of my car.
My whip's bad.
It's out of control.
I got a bunch of loose garbage all over the floor.
I got a pile of coffee mugs I ain't washed in years.
Matter of fact, it kind of smells like something died in there.
The whole thing's covered in a layer of dust,
and all the cracks and crevices got little pieces of crust.
My car's the one place that I can be myself.
I know I need some help because I'm just a little bit nasty.
It's arranged, amended, crazed, and tacky.
I won't apologize.
I'm trashy.
And my Corolla's * nasty.
If you eat corn on the cob in the car, put your hands up.
If you eat soup in the car, put your hands up.
If you eat apples in the car, then hide the cores in the car,
only to find them weeks later,
when the *'s all shriveled up.
Put your hands up.
You're nasty.
Arranged, amended, crazed, and tacky.
Look, don't apologize.
You're trashy.
We're * nasty.
Oh, nasty.
Arranged, amended, crazed, and tacky.