The Deuce
Drop a big dookie big dookie
Shouldn't ate that last cookie
Dropping the deuce
Trying keep it pushing but the fumes
are coming thru
Dropping a big dookie
While my dad talking to me
Son did you clean your room
Nah dad I'm trying to drop a deuce
Lil bruh why yo diaper sooo saggy
I can't change ya the poo poo
makes me gaggy
I see you with your hands in your pants
At the bathroom door doing the number 2 dance
Drop a big dookie big dookie
Shouldn't ate that last cookie
Dropping the deuce
Trying keep it pushing but the
fumes coming thru
My baby sister dropping mad steamers
Ma says yo you gotta cleaner
I say nah ma that's your job
So far this baby's just a slob
I took her to the store and she dropped a blob
Next thing I I know I slip and I fall
Baby dook flying thru the air
Pretty sure I got dookie in my hairs
I'm out on the dance floor trying to cut loose
Man I shouldn't have had that apple juice
Now there's a rumbling in my
kaboose and I'll still end up dropping the deuce
Drop a big dookie big dookie
Shouldn't ate that last cookie
Dropping the deuce
Trying keep it pushing but the
fumes coming thru
Drop a big dookie big dookie
Shouldn't ate that last cookie
Dropping the deuce
Trying keep it pushing but the
fumes coming thru
Man I got the runs and its no fun
I got the chorros and my buns are sore oh
Let me tell you I'd rather be dead
Than lose to the tortoise head
Shouldn't ate that last cookie
Dropping the deuce
Trying keep it pushing but the fumes
are coming thru
Dropping a big dookie
While my dad talking to me
Son did you clean your room
Nah dad I'm trying to drop a deuce
Lil bruh why yo diaper sooo saggy
I can't change ya the poo poo
makes me gaggy
I see you with your hands in your pants
At the bathroom door doing the number 2 dance
Drop a big dookie big dookie
Shouldn't ate that last cookie
Dropping the deuce
Trying keep it pushing but the
fumes coming thru
My baby sister dropping mad steamers
Ma says yo you gotta cleaner
I say nah ma that's your job
So far this baby's just a slob
I took her to the store and she dropped a blob
Next thing I I know I slip and I fall
Baby dook flying thru the air
Pretty sure I got dookie in my hairs
I'm out on the dance floor trying to cut loose
Man I shouldn't have had that apple juice
Now there's a rumbling in my
kaboose and I'll still end up dropping the deuce
Drop a big dookie big dookie
Shouldn't ate that last cookie
Dropping the deuce
Trying keep it pushing but the
fumes coming thru
Drop a big dookie big dookie
Shouldn't ate that last cookie
Dropping the deuce
Trying keep it pushing but the
fumes coming thru
Man I got the runs and its no fun
I got the chorros and my buns are sore oh
Let me tell you I'd rather be dead
Than lose to the tortoise head
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Writer(s): Daniel Marciano, Mike Smiley
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