(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