INTRO

I got poop on my leg, as we speak
A little on the floor and a little on my cheek
One in the bowl, and two in the plate
Put it in the microwave, watch it rotate
A little over here and a little over there
Don't mind me with the apple and the pair
Watch it fly up, zoom through the air
I got to tell you something, I really don't care

Got my boy, Lil' D, layin' down on the beat
(We) Keep it real at the bell, order something to eat
I get chalupa with a little bit of extra meat
Maybe nothing, but I feel a little rumble at my feet
I feel my knees quiver, call it a gas leak
So I'm rushin' to the bathroom past the line on down the street
World war three goin' on inside of me
I got the seven layer nacho on the side with the meat

Hoppin' in the whip, goin' down the street
Got the boys in the back and we hoppin' to the beat
Now we all be feelin' that hunger
Don't make us release the thunder
We all ready for that special bell
Mexican food makes my booty smell
Now we arriving at our destination
Getting ready for some decimation

I got it, that feeling
That feeling that comes when the stomach starts to rumble and the poop starts to run
Rushin' to the bathroom I don't think I got much time left and these streams of brown juice start runnin' down my leg
People all around me and then they begin to grab me and I scream
(Where's the little boy's room?!)
But no one wants to help me, it's too much responsibility
Then I slip and fall
(Oh no, I lost my feet!)