i’m in the bathroom and i just took a shit and i’m looking at a cat in a litter pan i’d call it a box with of all them rocks that he’s standing in, but they call it a pan
everybody telling me not to take a shit all i got to say is fuck y’all y’all don’t understand my butt don’t answer to the needs of a mortal man don’t tell me what to do when it comes to my ass, and what comes out of it i just let it go i let it rip into the toilet bowl and a really foul smell seeps through the vents at your expense don’t have an event if you know i had a starbucks venti that day it’ll be okay cause god, if god exists, he’s the one to talk to he puts shit in my butt he puts shit in my butt and shit comes out and that’s all i can say about that
pooping time, pooping time, pooping time is now
i’m in the bathroom i— i’m in the shit i’m in the bathroom in a litter pan
this is the second verse the second verse i reserved for jesse to talk about how he feels when he’s in the bathroom takin a shit and his cat’s looking at him from a litter pan but it should be called a litter box cause it holds the rocks that he’s got around him i don’t know how he’ll make that into a verse but if he does, that’s great for him and if he don’t, then that’s okay i don’t really care, any fucking way i’m waiting for him to this day to call me back so he can lay down on this track and it’ll be cool