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MY DAD
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Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: HEAVEN
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Aug 19th, 2006, 12:14 PM
i call this sh*t you got IBS (crohns remix)
(cue the mother f*ckin trumpets)
YOUR raps won't sell
go to hell
hey what's that smell
you dont look so well
(take it slow now - fly dancers im lookin at you)
you must have I - B - S
always makin' a stinkin' mess
it's a dietary consequence
oh look some evidence
(help me out here ladies)
oh youve got toilet paper for a brain
a leaky fecal waste-water main
your underwear is meant to train
but it has a shroud of turin stain
(now mix it back up in the booth)
it's IBS what does it mean
I for insecurity
it's IBS what do you do
B for blow straight out of you
it's IBS it's one hell of a trick
S for oh sh*ts out in public
(one more time from the top)
you must have I - B - S
always makin' a stinkin' mess
it's a dietary consequence
oh look some evidence
(alright girls send us off to heaven now)
with the beef you eat it's no surprise
that you're a fan of compromise
so though youve soiled another pair
you're corprophagic - it's only fair
(check y'all later - try to hold it in)
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