It's important to practice good hygiene At least if you want to run with my team I'm 'bout to get into some sh*t that I've seen This fool's breath forments so bad it'll melt your ice cream They say don't say nothing if you can't say nice things Sittin' too close and hear my boy like my eye sting I tired to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum I was a victim of breath on the Running his yap about what sets he from Gotta get some gum, gotta gets him some He turned it down, his teeth was brown Excruciating, boring, it was a new sensation I had to ask the dope to pa** the soap Cuz his toe had the stench of crustaceans Or bathrooms in the bus station He had a can of oh he had some raisins Amazin' Head to toe BO, he didn't know Used to the fragrance Just as the days went without bathin' He felt manly and not like a maiden He had one dread and fungus Said he worked on people's toilets with plungers Girls thought the guy (music change) we were with the tongue, yo So guys take your queue from this little number You gotta wash your *ss, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funk-ay To wash up You gotta wash your *ss, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funk-ay To wash up To, to, to wash up To, to, to, to wash up To, to, to wash up To, to, to, to wash up Now in cla** you need total concentration But there's kids in the back holding conversations Crackin' on each other and neither were poster boys Both of 'em smelled like the type that soap avoid Coast enjoyed a leave of absence One fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks Brimstone Girls would never bring him home I was laughin' and his friend raised his tone and said: (different voice) Bud, you rolled all over yourself Yeah, I know some people n your *ss would be submerged Like you need to do in water cuz you smell like a turd Want a cap, get some courage your feet smell lurid But look it up and while you at it get a cup And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle You get our vote for most stinkiest That n*gga started thinking the sh** Said I was frail, I said he was stale Under arms is right, undergarments might Bout the leap out your holy sweats Then we hold him messin' after this I'm gonna collect N*gga check yourself, respect yourself And watch your motherf*ckin' body 'fore your sweatshirt melt And ready your act of no lady find you attractive The funk got you captive You don't need a map, b*tch You gotta wash your *ss, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funk-ay To wash up You gotta wash your *ss, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funk-ay To wash up To, to wash up To, to, to wash up To, to, to, to wash up To, to, to wash up I'll have some , have some soap for my face A- a- have some soap for my face A- a- a- a- have some soap for my face A- a- have some soap for my face (fade until song ends)