| Who farted in the club? | 
| Somebody farted in the club | 
| Who farted in the club? | 
| In the VIP, it smelled like butt | 
| Whoever smell’t it, dealt it | 
| Bullshit, who was eating shellfish? | 
| Smelling like lobster ass | 
| All the bitches leaving awkward fast | 
| Reek worse than cheap cologne | 
| Stanking up the whole damn zone | 
| Holmes, I had to my Patron | 
| Party’s over, time to go home | 
| Shit particles hit the mouth | 
| I could tell you ate In-N-Out | 
| Animal Style | 
| You know who did it | 
| Cause they the one with the smile | 
| And I hope that it wasn’t a bitch | 
| Cause it’ll smell like booty and fish | 
| You know the shit wrong | 
| Fuck it, somebody had to make this song | 
| You fucking disgusting | 
| What you eat, beef brisket or something? | 
| Was it turkey, with the stuffing? | 
| Point 'em out, I’mma snuff 'em | 
| You need a colonic | 
| Man, now I gotta spark up my chronic | 
| And I was gonna save it for later | 
| Your ass smelled like a dead frigerator | 
| Have some respect player | 
| There’s baby’s in the spot | 
| We trying to get laid brah | 
| You ruined the radius | 
| Now it stank like poop and anuses | 
| Take the shit outside | 
| Poop butt, you burning my eyes | 
| You must have ate diarrhea pie | 
| So toxic, the bartender died |