Lyrics Where the Funk Is Made (Dank Re-Mix) - Jeff Stults

Dark starfish emissions from the rectal constellation
Olfactory made, squirt twerking
Like a wet rubber glove on formica
Free your hind and the stank will follow

Fusty, musty, the nose always knows
As a foul wind blows through your pantyhose
Putrid guerre makes the air heavy and ominous
Like a mildewy bunion
Your blooming onion in vomitus

I think your cooch has been make kombucha
Smells like an old moldy fridge
Full of toilet hooch-yah
Revolting, insulting
Like an unwashed soul patch
Spoiled, soiled, light a match
For that malodorous snatch

Deep in the back hole of it all
At the stink wrinkle of time
She opens her brown eye and blows a kiss
As the universe quakes
Crepitatious flap rattle
Like a humidors oil spill
Creeping, seeping, leaking, weeping,
Squeaking, seeking

A fart so dank it's gonna fuck up your entire day

Penetration of the perfume canal
Free your mind and the stank will follow
Neurological invasion of the synaptic cotex
Between the stain and the brain
There's a fecal heartbeat
From the bowel of the cosmos
Nebulous inflatulation super dookie
She who smelt it dealt it

Rank, stank, funky fishtank
A fart so dank make you think you juiced your pants
Fecal flap trap creep up your back
Smells so foul make you think that you
Crapped your slacks
The thunder from down under in your juice box
It's true you're full of poo
Like a neglected cat box
Your stink wrinkle's flousy and blousy
It aint pretty
Just a shitty kitty living in chocolate city

A fart so dank it's gonna fuck up your entire day

Milk, milk, lemonade
Turn the side that's where the funk is made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Turn the side that's where the funk is made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Turn the side that's where the funk is made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Turn the side that's where the funk is made

Where the funk is made
Blow me on home