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I would walk into the bathroom to take a crapI sit down, and then I write me a toilet stool rapWhether I'm constipated or have diarrheaI always come out with a funky fresh ideaEven if you don't think it's funky fresh, andTo all the little kids I'm makin a good impressionCause a lot of my hits are written on the johnI hope my legendary style of rap lives onThis's a hidden secret where classics come fromEverybody has done it, even my man runOnly in there I am the king of the throneHey, hey, you know I can't be aloneNo girls, no guys, no dogs, no catsNo parents, no nieces, no nephews, no bratsThat's the only way that I can get privacyAnd you know where I write my funky fresh rhymes live, you see...
Me sittin on a toiletWaitin for my bowels to moveI got a doodoo rapI got a doodoo...
Yo, bust itLet me tell you a little something bout this episodeIt was four in the morning, chillin on my commodeIt was me, my pad, and pen, and my bad breathAll of a sudden I came up with somethin that was real defI was thinkin, what a real beatbox could doWhat if I put a hype beat with the "p-pf 1-2"? Then I write some words, so I really can use itI think I would name this one make the musicLike if I was the man that they call clark kentCause I go into the bathroom for rhymes I inventThen I come out on stage like supermanBut never show the people my masterplanInstead of movin towels, or movin vowelsOnly think I'm doin, is movin bowelsA tv in the bathroom just might spoil itOnly thing I can say is...
I'm sittin on a toiletWaitin for my bowels to moveI got a doodoo rapI got a doodooDoodooDoo-oo-ooDoo-doo-doo-dooRrrhaaa
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