Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blow Up The Bathroom, artist - Sudden Death. Album song Fatal Accident Zone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.04.2002
Record label: Sudden Death
Song language: English
Blow Up The Bathroom |
I got a special talent that I love to share |
When I’m home or goin' out I pollute the air |
You can always tell where I have been and when |
'Cause a lot of people never wanna go there again |
Early in the morning, or late at night |
I don’t decide, it just happens when the time is right |
And when the time comes you better hope you’re not around |
When I run to the bathroom and go to town, I’m gonna |
Blow up the bathroom! |
All night long! |
Blow up the bathroom! |
Man, that’s just wrong |
Blow up the bathroom! |
It’s nasty they tell me |
Blow up the bathroom! |
For the love of God, help me! |
I run to the bathroom and lock myself in |
You hear an earthquake followed by a gust of wind |
Then the smart people make a break for the front door |
And like a bad horror movie others go to explore |
Most never come back 'cause they’re under attack |
By a smell that can burn the hair off of their back |
Very few that go in every manage to survive |
And if they do they’ll need therapy the rest of their lives |
I wish that I could tell you how to get rid of the smell |
But nothing that I tried ever worked too well |
To get the steam off the window you can use a squeegee |
But don’t light a match or you’ll get blown to Fiji |
The best I can suggest is to just stay away |
I never jest I’m just trying to keep your hair from turning gray |
You better pray if you’re ever in the house with me |
Because my ass can be a real catastrophe, when I |
It starts flowin' and until I reach my quota, I sit there and |
Explode-a, like a shaken bottle of soda |
Wait till you get a load of my load, sometimes it glowed |
It pollutes the abode and the whole area code |
The stench that I produce will stick around for years |
Your eyes’ll fill up with tears as your stomach switches gears |
Into reverse 'cause my curse is utterly perverse |
You better race me to the bathroom and hope you get there first |
Nuclear fallout’s got nothing on my gas |
Scientists are trying to calculate the half-life of my ass |
If you’re next in line, you might have to wait |
For the haz-mat team to decontaminate |
Otherwise you might just choke to death |
Just imagine that being your very last breath |
That’s a death that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy |
But the government wants a new weapon so they’re lettin' me |
They tell me what I do is reprehensable |
All I know is that the smell’s incomprehensable |
With the size of the you-know-what from my rear end |
That toilet may never flush normally again |
A plunger wouldn’t help though try as you might |
You might have to use a quarter stick of dynomite |
To disperse the mess that leave in my wake |
Just be careful 'cause a handful of that stuff could cause a plague |
I’m the best lover your toilet ever had |
I’m the reason that New Jersey smells so bad |
So try to keep your distance if you see me around town |
'Cause I grunt and I growl and I blow the house down |
The best thing that you can do is to relocate |
To a remote section on the other side of the state |
Of all the places in the world the last place you wanna be |
Is in the port-a-potty that is right next to me |