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I would walk into the bathroom to take a crap
I sit down, and then i write me a toilet stool rap
Whether i'm constipated or have diarrhea
I always come out with a funky fresh idea
Even if you don't think it's funky fresh, and
To all the little kids i'm makin a good impression
Cause a lot of my hits are written on the john
I hope my legendary style of rap lives on
This's a hidden secret where cla**ics come from
Everybody has done it, even my man run
Only in there i am the king of the throne
Hey, hey, you know i can't be alone
No girls, no guys, no dogs, no cats
No parents, no nieces, no nephews, no brats
That's the only way that i can get privacy
And you know where i write my funky fresh rhymes live, you see...
Me sittin on a toilet
Waitin for my bowels to move
I got a doodoo rap
I got a doodoo...
Yo, bust it
Let me tell you a little something bout this episode
It was four in the morning, chillin on my commode
It was me, my pad, and pen, and my bad breath
All of a sudden i came up with somethin that was real def
I was thinkin, what a real beatbox could do
What if i put a hype beat with the "p-pf 1-2"?
Then i write some words, so i really can use it
I think i would name this one make the music
Like if i was the man that they call clark kent
Cause i go into the bathroom for rhymes i invent
Then i come out on stage like superman
But never show the people my masterplan
Instead of movin towels, or movin vowels
Only think i'm doin, is movin bowels
A tv in the bathroom just might spoil it
Only thing i can say is...
I'm sittin on a toilet
Waitin for my bowels to move
I got a doodoo rap
I got a doodoo
Doodoo
Doo-oo-oo
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Rrrhaaa