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From: SJC
Droppin' da rhymes while droppin' da deuce
You cannot touch what I'm about to produce.
Brown and funky lord it reeks.
So funky stay in your nose for weeks.
You say it's crazy, I say no, it's 'nuts.'
After what I ate, there gonna be chunks
Breakin' da beat while breakin' a log.
It's so long it's gonna leave the shitter clogged.
Peanut Butter and MGD
Korea BBQ and Beef Jerkey
It's been brewin' for to damn long
Even I ain't ready for this bomb.
Gonna have some coffee
Gonna have some cheese
Greasy farts gonna signal me.
Oh lord, gonna have to run
4 squares in the corner to protect the buns
Gruntin' Groanin' I'm seeing the stars
Bracin' for impact with the ADA bars
With another grunt and the loudest howls
Moving that grogan and straining my bowels
Passing the stool and loosing my cool
The men's room is stinking like a bad high school
I thought I was dying; I was beginning to cry
The stars are fading, I wasn't gonna die
The perfect break, a hearty splash
I whisk a tear from the end of my eyelash
The cleanest pinch nothing left behind
Wipe my a$$ no evidence to find
A clean crime scene, to myself I told
But turned around, glanced in the bowl
Oh my god, Oh my god what have I done?
It's smelly nutty brown shell from my butt-gun.
I look through the crack from the stall
I glance to the mirror on the bathroom wall
Jump out fast, wash my hands
Gotta expedite my sinister plan
A giant grogan, a turd of fame.
Nobody caught me; NO WALK OF SHAME.
You cannot touch what I'm about to produce.
Brown and funky lord it reeks.
So funky stay in your nose for weeks.
You say it's crazy, I say no, it's 'nuts.'
After what I ate, there gonna be chunks
Breakin' da beat while breakin' a log.
It's so long it's gonna leave the shitter clogged.
Peanut Butter and MGD
Korea BBQ and Beef Jerkey
It's been brewin' for to damn long
Even I ain't ready for this bomb.
Gonna have some coffee
Gonna have some cheese
Greasy farts gonna signal me.
Oh lord, gonna have to run
4 squares in the corner to protect the buns
Gruntin' Groanin' I'm seeing the stars
Bracin' for impact with the ADA bars
With another grunt and the loudest howls
Moving that grogan and straining my bowels
Passing the stool and loosing my cool
The men's room is stinking like a bad high school
I thought I was dying; I was beginning to cry
The stars are fading, I wasn't gonna die
The perfect break, a hearty splash
I whisk a tear from the end of my eyelash
The cleanest pinch nothing left behind
Wipe my a$$ no evidence to find
A clean crime scene, to myself I told
But turned around, glanced in the bowl
Oh my god, Oh my god what have I done?
It's smelly nutty brown shell from my butt-gun.
I look through the crack from the stall
I glance to the mirror on the bathroom wall
Jump out fast, wash my hands
Gotta expedite my sinister plan
A giant grogan, a turd of fame.
Nobody caught me; NO WALK OF SHAME.