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