SaintsNSinners
Shooter
Now that the feces is jumping
With the bass kicked in, and the sphincters are pumpin'
Quick to the plop, to the plop, no faking
Pooping corn with a pound of bacon
Burning them they ain't aeromstic and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a flush
And a toilet lid with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my porto
With a ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, Waving just to say, "Hi!"
Did you stop? No – I just pooped by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a sinker and I'm heading to the next block
That portolet was dead
With the bass kicked in, and the sphincters are pumpin'
Quick to the plop, to the plop, no faking
Pooping corn with a pound of bacon
Burning them they ain't aeromstic and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a flush
And a toilet lid with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my porto
With a ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, Waving just to say, "Hi!"
Did you stop? No – I just pooped by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a sinker and I'm heading to the next block
That portolet was dead