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"Splatter Up"
(Parody of Nelly's Batter Up)
I say don’t talk to me
while I’m shittin
Beans got me feelin illlll (that’s right, that’s right)
I’m sitting down just cryinnnnnnnn
Tryin to keep that colon still
I said but I’m sittin on the potty
My dirty insides wanna come out
And just as long as I’m crappin I’m a keep splattin
All up on this nutsack, huh - splatter up
The first burst it
stings
Aw man shouldn’t eaten all those Domino’s Hot Wings
Fuck me up, weighs a pound, damn I love
In Hot Tubs, me and Brock take a dump
I pull my pants down, try to poo it all
My booty choked on a terd, felt like a stone
plip plop 'em, Oh no
First place, my poopoo has the worst taste
First case of diarrhea blew my mind
But it’s a blessin, poke that turd smears yo’ behind
Shittin all the time, booty hole covered in slime
Shits too long, no TP when I’m done
Just found my underwear full of somethin strong
What the fuck wrong, what did I eat today
little curds and whey, diamonds and pearls and cake
Green salad spinach leaves, rolls with sesame seeds
Broccoli with cheese, collared greens, refried beans
Damn those refried beans
Hook
Well I gotta peepee
now, I'm eatin fiber now
When slidin into second and you feelin all wetting diarrhea now
See me now, poopoo looking meaty now
Known for dropping the fattest piles
Pop a squat in any town, on the ground
Grunt before I crap it, smear it, and then I leave it
And wipe it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no tracks in my crack, got a nugget on my back
It sticks to my nutsack my underwear full of stains
Lots of pain comin from my rear, what we got here
A colon in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
From the bowl let me take the pile, let me show 'em how
Throw the poopoo on the ground and make 'em get down
Hook
I got my crap out, I
Strained and screamed
My feces is like a dream, creams to bigger things
In the bathroom I been in it since, 8:03
You can tell cause my poopoo is 80 degrees
I'ma try and get my poo out, laxative pills
Swear that fart was real, that stench maybe could kill'
I wipe little but still, drip dry is my motto
I could eat con queso now, then crap it out by tomorrow
I promise, I get stinky like stall four when crappin
Runny, slimy, muddy, bloody, what's happenin
We plenty family members in the basement, and I stay bent
And I pop a terd to play with, buy a burrito you can’t blame me
And the 8 is who I came with
You know how we poo, we poo, we poo, we poo, we poo, we poo
Hook
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Written by: John B, C-Trew, Brock
Performed by: Brock, C-Trew, and extra special guests Honkey Kong and PT
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