(Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
In my longitudinal an*l fissure, drop a coin in the hole and make a wish
You're so dumb, you gnaw on gluteal clefts
You eat them up, until there's no cracks left
Y'all manage to actually eat a crack, you're the only one who could, that's whack!
You eat those berries, I ain't talking in a pie
I'm talking the brown ones by the unblinking eye
You lucky you don't die, diet with no T
Ironic, you'd die from your diet actually
In
That
Gluteal fold, the berries grow old
You taste 'em, bold, cold, and coated in mold
You wonder why they don't taste like pie
And why there's a stinging in your eye
Those scrotum pains, these nasty things
k** your brain cells, but not as much as eating solid feces, dawg