brandon jamar scott - poop r&b lyrics
it’s no fun
when you’re surprised with the runs
and number two comes out like one
yeah yeah
(fellas) you know when you’re taking a number one (one)
but you gotta do a number two (two)
and the muscles that you use to pee (pee)
are the muscles holding back the p++p (poo)
now you’re trying to empty your bladder
while squeezing your cr+pper tighter than a lug nut
but that pressure’s building up and you don’t really trust
that you can pee without mud b+tt
(ladies) don’t you dare try to act cute (cute)
’cause y’all be squeezing out some bad poot (poot)
in the stall with a mask too (too)
tear gassin’ out thе bathroom
y’all got that silent but deadly that k!lls more than frеddy
from nightmare on elm street
but the moment you notice the sneakup of bad diarrhea
you’re screaming “lord help me!”
oh no, i think i have the bubble guts but i cannot be sure
i’m not with jihad but i think i’m gonna explode
bad case of diarrhea it has a mind of its own
so can i use your bathroom i’m too far away from home (nooo)
b+ttcheeks losing its battle fighting with my will alone (soo)
don’t think i will survive, get ems up on the phone
something i tried to hide but now i think my cover’s blown
so please let me inside because i really gotta go
oh no
i think i’ve p++ped my pants again
yeah i’ve p++ped my pants again
why does this keep happening?
okay, calm down, we can do this
i’ve been through worse bowel movements
gotta move fast ‘fore i start p++ping
and fill up my pants with raw sewage
squeezing my cheecks like a tweezer
sudden convulsions inside like a a seizure
must have amnesia
’cause i keep eatin’ these foods that might be mixed with milk at magnesia
thought i got rid of it but it is back again
oh what a laxative!
pushing my digestive tract to the maximum
feels like a pathogen
in my b+tthole and it’s under attack again
had me duck walking just to hold it back a bit
farted in public, it was a disastrous accident
smell so bad air freshener couldn’t mask it
type of smell to put you on a casket, blastin’
spray paint right out of the booty hole
i think i ran out of toilet roll
emptying my guts is the only goal
splashing water out the toilet bowl
organs going full throttle
nastier than blue waffles
so don’t walk in, it’s hostile
it’ll burn the hairs out your nostrils
oh no, i think i have the bubble guts but i cannot be sure
i’m not with jihad but i think i’m gonna explode
bad case of diarrhea it has a mind of its own
so can i use your bathroom i’m too far away from home
b+ttcheeks losing its battle fighting with my will alone (soo)
don’t think i will survive, get ems up on the phone
something i tried to hide but now i think my cover’s blown
so please let me inside because i really gotta go
oh no
i think i’ve p++ped my pants again
yeah i’ve p++ped my pants again
why does this keep happening?
oh no
think i’ve got the bubble guts….
i can’t really talk right now
okay, that’s better
oh no
b+ttcheeks losing its battle fighting with my will alone
don’t think i will survive, get ems up on the phone
something i tried to hide but now i think my cover’s blown
so please let me inside because i really gotta go
oh no
i think i’ve p++ped my pants again
yeah i’ve p++ped my pants again
why does this keep happening?
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