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So your saying there is a chance, I'm gonna shit my pants (cut the crap)

A lethal dose of rectal rash, now my scivs' gotta mustache

I put my mouth up to your tush

I can see the brown as you start to push

Like a boil I'm about to lance

Ignites the shit like fire ants

Same shit, different pants, assume the stance

Running short a poo paper, getting high on poo vapor

And when the roll is done, beyond, the rectal run

I peer down south, hairs pretty thick

Like a tootsie pop, it'll take a fucking lick

The scabs break free as I start to munch

Just like your fucking ass, your face will take a punch

Running short a poo paper, getting high on poo vapor

And when the roll is done, beyond, the rectal run

Past out drunk on the toilet, the shit just won't fit

Skid marks on my sack, they're brown and they're black