I'm liable to make you start to sob with a violent Plop I disgust you, I'll hop upon your scrawny bod and punch a f*g in his tiny knob Like Fight Club, sh**, I was taught by Mariah To start a fire with a lighter behind my bu*t when I fart Call the fire department You may not hear it, silent and all, but don't be alarmed When you smell the fart, somethin' didn't sit right in my stomach at all A farter, for starters, who's co*k could be harder? After I wipe my a** across your face, you're f**in' retarded But tonight, I'm takin' a sh** I'm feelin' a slight tightness, and might just hop on a toilet And poop out a heap of reddish-brown sh** How's it taste to eat bloody crap? Things couldn't be worse inside Auschwitz You panic a lot, like cannons, my panties, off they will pop Frantic, you're trapped in the closet Ga**y attack and you're claustrophobic Yeah, f*ggot, it don't matter the amount of maneuvers and movements You're stuck right under me, my a** has no room for improvement