No son-of-a-bitch Could ever fart better than me The stench of my gaseous statments Could suffocate a child back to a fetus
It smells like an army of insects Crawled inside my body and died It smells like the sewage of city That's been backed up for 499 years
The skin off their bodies Begins to turn gangrene As soon as they smell my rot And while they cough up their insides I laugh in a fury of madness and hate
You could cut the stench with fucking knife
That son-of-a-bitch Couldn't fart better than me No son-of-a-bitch Could ever fart better than meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
