Shit

Deuce-y, Deuce-y, kinda loose-y,
Cow meat, pig meat, something moose-y,
Meatloaf special, coming in hot,
Smells fermented, or is that rot,
In the pipe, five by five,
Look out tower, this bomb's live.

Longing for solids,
Years of chunky puddin' poos,
Since my 21st.

Teriyaki chicken stuck in my ass,
Went down fine but it just won't pass,
Dense log, acrid fog, underpants bog, helluva stink hog!
Teriyaki chicken stuck in my ass.

Turd keep-a slidin' on down the track,
toes curlin' up, gonna crack ma back,
let'em out slow, gonna mind that gap,
follow-up meal draftin' like RATA-TAT-TAT

Look
If you had
One shot
And two india pale ales
And all of the pasta you ever wanted
In one evening
Would you contain it
Or just let it slip?

Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's splashes on the seat already, wife's spaghetti
He's straining, coworkers outside the door aren't ready
For dropped bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
To courtesy flush

Morning poop, empty office,
Effortless avalanche of trailer trash poop.
Roast beef hash, fried egg garnish,
Poem ends abruptly with a knock on the door.

Nothing rhymes with Chimichanga,
Jimmy Hoffa, Chintzy Manga
Phone a friend, on the shitter
Help to lend, need a heavy hitter,
Tuco Tuco , taco eater,
Rhyme my chimi, lil' dick beater,
Lanx and Synj , you saucy bastards,
Drop the minge and rap an ass blaster.
I lost the plot before poopin' was through,
Time to wipe, so I'll pass the torch to you.

Prostate, prostate, wearing on my mental state
Got a mate, call it fate, but she don't hesitate,
Like I do.
Like I do.
Like I do.
Both types of shitters residin' in this house,
One speed dumps, other plays cat & mouse,
Shamless crappers givin' me runs,
But daddy is the fart master and he's bring out the heavy guns.

There's somethin' happenin' here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's an empty bottle over there
A-tellin' me I got to beware
I think it's time I stop
and-a drop my drawers
preemptively shit and-a save my floors
There's battle lines being drawn
wife says my shits takin' too long
takes some time, to make it rhyme
A-gettin' so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
What a field day for the meat (ooh-ooh-ooh)
this one coming out with a beat (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Singin' songs and giving me a scare(ooh-ooh-ooh)
Makes me say "hey, how come there's hair?" (ooh-ooh-ooh)
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
What if this happens while I'm asleep?

Public hairs under toilet seat
Piss is pooling around my tired feet
But I won't take someone else's fall
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Monday, shitty Monday
Monday, shitty Monday
Monday, shitty Monday, Monday, shitty Monday (alright)

Roses are Red,
Pizza has gluten,
Sufficiently fed,
Gluten be shootin'

I made you a painting
I call it "Celebration."
It's sexual and violent.
And fecal.
I thought you might like it.