[Live Staples version]
Kaitlyn Welsh: Puny f*ggot slave-boy
It's time for me to take a bow
Bend my a** straight over
Tell me, tell me now, b**h
Does it smell like sh** in there?
How does my a** smell?
Don: Boy, does it smell great
Kaitlyn: Why do you sound like you hate it, f*g?
Don: Ma'am, there's nothing to hate
Kaitlyn: How does my a** smell?
Don: Oh, so divine!
Kaitlyn: b**h, you sound so whiny
Don: No, Mistress, I couldn't whine
Kaitlyn: Tell me, what do you smell in there?
Don: A scent of art!
Kaitlyn: Don't fudge it, just tell me
Don: Like sweat and cheese farts
Kaitlyn: I wish that I could tell you that it's only a toot
But if I flap these cheeks open you can tell that it's poop
How does my a** smell?
Don: Better than all others
Kaitlyn: How much do you love it
Don: Oh, I wanna be smothered!
Kaitlyn: Stick your nose more in there
Don: What's that I see?
Kaitlyn: n***a, that's a sh**stain, plain as can be
Don't you f**in' think about twitching or squirming
Don't squeal and don't beg and no f**in' worming
Tell me how my a** smells
Don: It is the best
Kaitlyn: Do you get tired of whiffin' it?
Don: No, ma'am I don't need rest
Kaitlyn: How does my a** smell?
Don: It was made by the God
*Kaitlyn farts*
Don: Yummy, yummy, ma'am, I applaud!
Kaitlyn: I love puttin' little n***a-f*gs through hell
Yeah, co*ks**er, don't my a** smell swell?