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the sitters - smell it lyrics

[chorus: mariah and morgan]
yo, b-tch, smell it!
(ah-ha, ah-ha)
yo, f-ggot, smell it!
(ah-ha, ah-ha)
yo, n-gga, smell it!
(ah-ha, ah-ha)
yo, b-tch, smell it!
smell my fart!

[verse 1: mariah]
it stinks like a b-tch and it shoots like a dart
some may be grossed out, but i’d call it an art
they’re gettin’ kind of wet, so pray it’s not a shart
yeah, motherf-cker, i’m talking about my motherf-cking farts
that’s right, f-g, you’ve got your nose buried in my -ss
cause you motherf-cking live for my motherf-cking gas
you don’t do nothin’ but sniff it all day
cause a slave-f-ggot’s life is all work and no play
while its mistress sits on her big, fat -ss
eating her burritos and increasing in m-ss
a fart smells best when you’ve gone on a quest
to eat food g-ssier than all of the rest
b-tch, i only eat at chipotle and taco bell
that’s solely to make your f-ggot life a livin’ h-ll
and when i’m clogged with indigestion, you’ll wipe up my sh-t
that’s the sitters life, motherf-cker!
i’m lovin’ it!

[verse 2: sarah]
gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas
you’re l!ckin’ that sh-t out my motherf-ckin’ -ss
-ss-sniffin’ is a motherf-ckin’ slavin’ task
‘specially when i fart in a f-cking gas mask!
i know this sh-t’ll probably leave you brokenhearted
but you can’t breathe nothin’ but the air in which i’ve farted
rub-a-dub-dub, cause i’m overeatin’ grub
gettin’ my f-ckin’ -ss f-ckin’ fattened up
i’m in the two-hundreds now, b-tch, i ain’t gonna stop
-long fart noise-
sh-t, f-ggotbreath, that sh-t won’t be topped!
cause now you’re sniffin’ and whiffin’ because i’ve got all the power
you smell the enchiladas, tacos, garlic, cauliflower
you better f-ckin’ believe that my farts are f-ckin’ cl-ssy
i just guzzled some milk
d-mn, that sh-t makes me g-ssy!

[chorus]

[verse 3: jordan]
your -ss is nearly two-hundred pounds smaller than me
they say the best sh-t in life is the sh-t that comes free
well, that saying’s kinda funny, because you know it costs money
to gas my -ss up, now prepare to sniff it, honey!
put some milk in the sunlight and soil it
then i drink it, now i’m on the f-cking toilet
my -ssh0l-‘s a rollercoaster and you just bought a ticket
i’m gonna sh-t my f-cking brains out and then you’re gonna l!ck it!
yuck, look at that sh-t, b-tch, it’s brownish-green
and i think it’s got some little bits of food in between
quit gaggin’, this sh-t probably causes you arousal
now open up wide so you can get yourself a mouthful!
nose-plugs in my nostrils so i can’t smell the sh-t that i created
but this f-ggot’d probably wanna date it
cause he’s s-xually attracted to my fecal matter
smush it all in his face until it’s smattered and splattered
then i fart in his hair to add insult to injury
-wet fart noise-
godd-mn! that’s the best f-cking fart i’ve ever g-ssed out in history

[verse 4: keteri]
smack, smack, a-smackity, smack
my -ss pounds in your face and eat my f-ckin’ -ss-crack
l!ck it clean, all in between the seams
this is the hottest motherf-cking -ss you’ve ever seen!
you wanna marry it and f-ck it right until the end of time
a dream for you would be to hear our wedding bells chime
you really yearn to be mr. and mrs. keteri’s gas
you’re now f-g and wife! you may now kiss the -ss!
oh, n-gga, i’ll sit on your face ’til it turns black and blue
don’t forget about your nut-sack! i’ll sit on them too
and i’ll save the sludgiest fart so it’s directly in your eyes
then i’ll pop your f-cking head off in between my thighs
i’ll fart in your face, i’ll spray you with mace
face it, f-g, you’re now runnin’ in the rat race
you only live to l!ck my -ss, farts, p–ps, and a-sweat
aw, f-ck, i don’t care for you!
maybe i’ll smother you to death

[chorus]

[verse 5: hunter]
p-ssin’ and sh-ttin’, fartin’ and burpin’
and all this f-cker’s doin’ is f-ckin’ l!ckin’ and slurpin’
he’ll kiss my -ss to death if it’s my command
the f-cker f-ckin’ folds to all of my demands
for my luscious -ss, he’ll bend over backward
cause he knows that he’s a slave and i’m his motherf-ckin’ master
he’ll take all of the pain, no matter how bad the pain is
he’ll even suck a piece of sh-t right out of my -n-s
it’s the good life i’m livin’, it’s a great way to be
i use the f-ggot’s mouth as a toilet seat
it don’t matter sh-t how bad it stinks, he’ll always f-ckin’ swallow
and so many plops and sits have made his f-ckin’ head hollow!
he’s basically r-t-rded, yeah, a mongoloid
when my -ss is annoyed, the n-gga gets destroyed
i’m f-ckin’ twelve feet tall in comparison to this midget
goddammit! quit movin’, f-ggot-face! i hate it when you fidget!

[bridge: morgan]
l!ck my -ss apart
sniff my every fart
l!ck my -ss apart
even when i shart
life is f-ckin’ h-ll for a motherf-ckin’ n-gga
he says i may as well shoot him, pull the motherf-ckin’ trigger

[verse 6: morgan]
i ain’t pullin’ a trigger, i wanna make a b-tch suffer
as every day goes by, the sh-t gets rougher and rougher
lookin’ back at the ol’ days, i’m quite amazed
we should’ve been much f-ckin’ harder on his face
we were candy–sses, but now he l!cks our -sses like candy
havin’ a house-n-gga is so motherf-ckin’ handy
any f-ckin’ sh-t you need for f-ckin’ all eternity
the -sses that he l!cks are so motherf-ckin’ sandy
cause i haven’t had a shower in almost a year
anything to f-ckin’ worsen sh-t for the queer
a c-cksucking h0m-s-xual is all that he is
did i mention that he has a d-mn tiny p-n-s?
it’s so small i could squish it with the pinch of my thumb
all the -sses to the head have made the f-ggot f-ckin’ dumb
suck my sh-t, or my farts, yes, my -ss or my cl-t
that’s the sitter’s life, motherf-cker!
holy sh-t, i’m lovin’ it!

[chorus]

[fadeout bridge]

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