| Something just ain’t sitting right
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| I shoulda just called it a night
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| Stead of crop dusting the place with my funky booty scent
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| Thought it was fine, I gave it time
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| To waft the smell away
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| Then I let one rip that got me real messy
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| Unshart my fart
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| Make my drawers clean again
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| Undo this stench from my trench that I tried to keep clenched all up in my hole
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| My flatulent sea, is mixed with wet feces
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| Unshart my fart
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| My fart
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| Toilet paper won’t suffice
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| I need a bidet in my life
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| Pass me some towels cause my bowls can’t be trusted not to leak
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| And my gassy ass, happened so fast, from farts to something worse
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| There’s something dark and skid marked in my undies
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| Unshart my fart
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| Make my drawers clean again
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| Undo this stench from my trench that I tried to keep clenched all up in my hole
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| My flatulent sea, is mixed with wet feces
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| Unshart my fart
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| My fart
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| Swamp ass and squishy as hell
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| Plus there’s a rancid egg smell
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| Uh oh I think it’s dripping down my leg
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| Unshart my fart
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| Make my drawers clean again
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| Undo this stench from my trench that I tried to keep clenched all up in my hole
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| My flatulent sea, is mixed with wet kinda chunky sorta drippy feces
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| Unshart my-
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| Unshart my fart oh maybe
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| Chipotle guts gone crazy
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| Unshart my fart what the fuck
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| I don’t even remember eating corn!
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| I’m talking bout corn
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| Ooh corn
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| I ate some corn like last week
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| It’s still in my ingestion
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| I’m never eating dog food
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| (Willam laughing)
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| That’s the worse |