Morning Flush

C'mon!

Walk into the baffroom, slip, badababoom
Dale's drool spit on the floor cause he shit and he's sore
I just went ahead and closed the fucking door
And dropped my drawers
A good needed morning flush is important
Poopy poopy but cause the toilet won't flush
If I'm holding in a dump then you know I'm kind of fucked
Cause Joey's fucking butt dump kind of fucking stunk
What, clogging up the drain it's big brown bass stunk
Dubby shits to the power of nine K9's I ain't lying
Walls be bumping harder than the bassline
I clean the fucking seat every morning because my piss leaks
My piss reeks like Joseph's shit and fucking dish sink
My brain's like an asshole it's holding shit back
I'm in the middle of the playground, the bubble guts attack
God damn, what the fuck did I have for breakfast?
Coffee and some donuts, cheerios the best, bitch

Huh, good thing I drank Bang Energy
Uh, dude!
Mm, mmm, mmm, mm

To be Frank, I got a chocolate hot dog
Got your from your mom at the toilet at red lobster
I got it at 11 A.M. so it's still counting as a fucking morning flush
My shit hairy, I named it potter

6 in the morning I had a crazy thought
Should I puke, should I piss, should I shit in the pot?
I don't know dude, someone fucking jizzed on the lid
It's a little bit of Joe pubic hair in his shit
Shit fard, fucking barred by the plunger
Fucking fard like it's thunder cause I ate all my hunger
I like to sing-a, about the moon-a and the june-a
And my loofer when I shower cause I take a big poop-a

If it sinks, it stinks and if it floats your good to go
If you take a loose dump, blame it on a cup of joe
If it sinks, it stinks and if it floats your good to go
We're pissed off a lot, and we piss on the floor
If it sinks, it stinks and if it floats your good to go
If you take a loose dump, blame it on a cup of joe
If it sinks, it stinks and if it floats your good to go
We're pissed off a lot, and we piss on the floor

I like toilet humor cause it tickles me pink
I fucking fart fucking giggle holy shit Brian stinks
Hey Dale, let me in on a verse, make it work
I'm the king of Holy butts and fucking tooting my turds
Got the boys bathroom moving like a cattle ranch
Laying logs in the toilet and they big as a branch
No fucking morning flush, I leave sitting in the bowl
So the next mother fucker see it stinking up and old, uh
Am I wiping my ass or am I wiping a marker?
Is this my Parkinson's? I cannot fucking tell, I wipe harder
And Joey-Boey comes-a-knocking
Heh-hey Brian, I gotta shit
I gotta toot my fucking butt and fucking butt out all my shit
Wiping harder and harder and I'm a bit of a farter
I fucking pfft-pfff, and I don't mean to alarm
I see the preps, I give them swirlies in the toilet I just shitted in
A morning shit it is, I really got to get my shittings in
When they see Joe coming they just lock the bathroom door
Cause when I get into that bitch I piss and shit all on the floor
They ask for more
Like Joe-Boe's kitchen handing out the wackest porridge
I just pour it super slow and blow a fart because I'm bored
That's who I am, and if it hasn't proved it yet
My saucy ass is coming back and running fat in full effect
And I just drum up on the track like I got cowbells on my chest
And if your girlies coming over I just groom my face and nuts
I morning flush, bitch

Huh, auhh, huuh