Who farted? For real! Somebody ripped one
By the sound of it, ya need to take a shit son
Maybe not just one, but all the shits
I can tell from the echo which stall you're in
Probly pooed on your balls with that forcible gas
Last night's jalapeño painfully torn from your ass
This too shall pass! It might even clog
This pipe ain't strong enough to hold that kind of log
I'm piping your mom as I'm typing this song
While ya shart in your thong speckle striping your dong
Can we all get along? That toilet took a beating
Worse than Rodney go it from those cops just for speeding
Peeling paint up off the ceiling, flappy butt cheeks a squealing
Can't blame the whoopie cushion, I know it's a real one
Your colon couldn't stop a sentence, much less a doctor's finger
Latex on his index now belt out like an opera singer
Yo bro! I gotta go shit
Whatever this is, it will have to be quick
Damn man, I need to take a crap
Just letting ya know! Better make this fast
Woowee! It's time to poopie
Make room while I make room, excuse me
I'm the number one at making number two
Top dog to drop logs! Who the f*ck are you
A ninja fart! Silent but deadly
Sounding off the butt trumpet's most violent medley
Pelting a machine gun of Cocoa Pebbles
Intensely out your intestinal hole like Jell-o
Hello diarrhea, goodbye tile floor
Taxing your ass, whadya file for
You need to smile more, try laughing at this
It's impossible to crap without taking a piss
And what's the difference between pee n poo
One you sip and one you chew
I gotta do what I gotta do when I gotta take a doo doo
Poopy caca poo poo
Exploding out my wazoo like ground beef tacos
Found corn floating in the bowl like it was Waldo
The thunda rumbles from my bunda
Making stinky bubbles
Having more troubles than the
Two girls one cup gals
Yo bro! I gotta go shit
Whatever this is, it will have to be quick
Damn man, I need to take a crap
Just letting ya know! Better make this fast
Woowee! It's time to poopie
Make room while I make room, excuse me
I'm the number one at making number two
Top dog to drop logs! Who the f*ck are you
Say do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
Do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
Say do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
Do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
The rap revolution is a bowel movement
The rap revolution is a bowel movement
The rap revolution is a bowel movement
I'm the shit motherf*ckers! I'm the shit like this here
The MC Type & Pen Pointz - Whoopee Cushion Lyrics
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Who farted? For real! Somebody ripped one
By the sound of it, ya need to take a shit son
Maybe not just one, but all the shits
I can tell from the echo which stall you're in
Probly pooed on your balls with that forcible gas
Last night's jalapeño painfully torn from your ass
This too shall pass! It might even clog
This pipe ain't strong enough to hold that kind of log
I'm piping your mom as I'm typing this song
While ya shart in your thong speckle striping your dong
Can we all get along? That toilet took a beating
Worse than Rodney go it from those cops just for speeding
Peeling paint up off the ceiling, flappy butt cheeks a squealing
Can't blame the whoopie cushion, I know it's a real one
Your colon couldn't stop a sentence, much less a doctor's finger
Latex on his index now belt out like an opera singer
Yo bro! I gotta go shit
Whatever this is, it will have to be quick
Damn man, I need to take a crap
Just letting ya know! Better make this fast
Woowee! It's time to poopie
Make room while I make room, excuse me
I'm the number one at making number two
Top dog to drop logs! Who the f*ck are you
A ninja fart! Silent but deadly
Sounding off the butt trumpet's most violent medley
Pelting a machine gun of Cocoa Pebbles
Intensely out your intestinal hole like Jell-o
Hello diarrhea, goodbye tile floor
Taxing your ass, whadya file for
You need to smile more, try laughing at this
It's impossible to crap without taking a piss
And what's the difference between pee n poo
One you sip and one you chew
I gotta do what I gotta do when I gotta take a doo doo
Poopy caca poo poo
Exploding out my wazoo like ground beef tacos
Found corn floating in the bowl like it was Waldo
The thunda rumbles from my bunda
Making stinky bubbles
Having more troubles than the
Two girls one cup gals
Yo bro! I gotta go shit
Whatever this is, it will have to be quick
Damn man, I need to take a crap
Just letting ya know! Better make this fast
Woowee! It's time to poopie
Make room while I make room, excuse me
I'm the number one at making number two
Top dog to drop logs! Who the f*ck are you
Say do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
Do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
Say do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
Do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
The rap revolution is a bowel movement
The rap revolution is a bowel movement
The rap revolution is a bowel movement
I'm the shit motherf*ckers! I'm the shit like this here
By the sound of it, ya need to take a shit son
Maybe not just one, but all the shits
I can tell from the echo which stall you're in
Probly pooed on your balls with that forcible gas
Last night's jalapeño painfully torn from your ass
This too shall pass! It might even clog
This pipe ain't strong enough to hold that kind of log
I'm piping your mom as I'm typing this song
While ya shart in your thong speckle striping your dong
Can we all get along? That toilet took a beating
Worse than Rodney go it from those cops just for speeding
Peeling paint up off the ceiling, flappy butt cheeks a squealing
Can't blame the whoopie cushion, I know it's a real one
Your colon couldn't stop a sentence, much less a doctor's finger
Latex on his index now belt out like an opera singer
Yo bro! I gotta go shit
Whatever this is, it will have to be quick
Damn man, I need to take a crap
Just letting ya know! Better make this fast
Woowee! It's time to poopie
Make room while I make room, excuse me
I'm the number one at making number two
Top dog to drop logs! Who the f*ck are you
A ninja fart! Silent but deadly
Sounding off the butt trumpet's most violent medley
Pelting a machine gun of Cocoa Pebbles
Intensely out your intestinal hole like Jell-o
Hello diarrhea, goodbye tile floor
Taxing your ass, whadya file for
You need to smile more, try laughing at this
It's impossible to crap without taking a piss
And what's the difference between pee n poo
One you sip and one you chew
I gotta do what I gotta do when I gotta take a doo doo
Poopy caca poo poo
Exploding out my wazoo like ground beef tacos
Found corn floating in the bowl like it was Waldo
The thunda rumbles from my bunda
Making stinky bubbles
Having more troubles than the
Two girls one cup gals
Yo bro! I gotta go shit
Whatever this is, it will have to be quick
Damn man, I need to take a crap
Just letting ya know! Better make this fast
Woowee! It's time to poopie
Make room while I make room, excuse me
I'm the number one at making number two
Top dog to drop logs! Who the f*ck are you
Say do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
Do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
Say do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
Do that shit! Do that shit! Do it
The rap revolution is a bowel movement
The rap revolution is a bowel movement
The rap revolution is a bowel movement
I'm the shit motherf*ckers! I'm the shit like this here
Writer: Jeffrey Tune
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid