Ca**idy Welsh - Such a Lovely Scent lyrics

[Chorus:] The sweat and the sh** allows for such a lovely scent The weight of a** upon your face has got your nose all bent With farts so smelly you'd think I'd have to sh** But I already went An unwashed a** allows for such a lovely scent An a** so lovely, just think of the fortune I'd get from sellin' it The scent is lovely just as long as I ain't the one who's smellin' it! [Verse 1:] Put my yummy a** upon the toilet seat and take a piss Thought I'd sit here for a second, and I didn't picture this I feel a sh**, ain't that a b**h? I'm about to sh** out my brains Where's my slave? He can save my a** from feelin' all the pain Lay on the floor, you dirty who*e, right below my feet The best footstool, and when I say "stool", I mean the sh** that makes you skeet In my bum, here it comes, the sh** that makes the f*ggots cum Brownish-green like none I've seen, so why's my n***a lookin' glum? [Bridge:] It you didn't wanna be a slave you shouldn't have gotten caught It's now a life of eatin' a**, farts, spit, sh**, piss, cum, and snot Yes, I know, n***a-boy, this is not the life you sought But it'd be less annoyin' if you quit b**hin' But that's just some food for thought And so's my sh**, so swallow it [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I think I'm done with the runs, wait, here comes a little bit more Out it goes, slave at my toes, I don't think I've ever sh** this much before It's so gross, adios, it's all out my a** and in the bowl Off I go, now here's the show, time for you to do as you're told You don't need no pooper-scooper, it's time for you to be a trooper My own horn, I don't mean to toot, but doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doot-doot-doot That sh** is super, I'm quite the pooper [Bridge] [Chorus] [Verse 3:] You finished eatin' all my sh** and downin' it all straight down your gullet? Good to hear, you f**in' queer, I shot that out just like a bullet My a** still hurts and I haven't wiped so why don't you grab yourself some of that TP? And stick it up my a**, don't look abashed, you're lucky you ain't lickin' it up for me I should make you eat more, it would make you skeet more The joy is bring's like sitting just beside the seashore And letting the sand get all in your a**hole, you know that the beach is always a ha**le But you could lick that sand out too, no need to be gracile Be messy as you please, down there on your knees I'll tell you whatever lies to keep you at ease You're my wiper! No sh**'s allow to stay in my crack Cause if I get dingleberries, you're catchin' the flak Not only will I beat you but I won't beseech you Cause you'll lick up and kiss up every and each poo That stays in my rump, when I take a dump It gets me excited, I get f**in' pumped I want to get torturous and rape you to pieces And each cry that you give, the brutality increases So shut the f** up for me and don't open your screamer Do you want to drink piss and do you want another steamer? Inside of your throat, and I don't mean to gloat But misbehave and I swear to f**, it'll be all she wrote! Your crooked demise choked in between my thighs With a sh**-covered face, you will say your goodbyes And no one will give a f** if my slave should die Because my next tortured slave will be somewhere nearby I'll bring 'em home pretendin' I only want s** And when I tie him up and fart him up and fart on him, he may look perplexed! But when I stomp in his face and then Plop on his gut He'll begin to get the picture, he'll then know what's up I'll tell him he'll be below me 'til one of us pa**es! And it'll probably be him, smothered by all of our a**es Mistresses Ana and Colleen shall help me enslave him And he'll be mine forever, cause no one'll save him But for now, I'm not puttin' you out of your misery, not just yet I'm enjoyin' torturin' you and having your a** as my pet For now, just do me a favor, and give me a little tiny kiss on the cheek And I don't mean the one on my face, you n***a, I mean the one down there that reeks You should be downright thankin' me for the gas my a** ama**es You can tell what I ate as soon as you hear the roar of the gas's pa**age A fart, but in my heart, I'd go as far as callin' it a work of art And I think you'd call my fart and art if the brain in your head was smart I like compliments and they can a**uage my deepest rage And if you insult my luscious a**, the demon inside's let out of his cage But the only time in which you're let out of your cage is when you are beaten And when a fart or sh** goes in your mouth is the only time in which you're eatin'