Still Farting On The World

Lyrics

Ass Rippage
ass rippage
straight fartin,
cathartis,
lock the windows,
tomb of air harshness,
it’s a sulfuric cloud of darkness!
the power of the Gods that fart harnessed!
The body count post poot? World Record, Largest…
Jesus Christ…yup! not even a rapper right now.
I’m a Fartist.

Did she just say Fartist?
Yo what the hell is wrong with this clown!?

Every single thing, honestly, my diet, my nerves, the entirety of this body, can’t function without a beat to blast and an online chat lobby!

“And she thinks she’s some type of something! Ha! poor girl! let’s just feed into it, no harm in enticing psychosis! Aw fuck!”

YEAH BUDDY!

Now it’s MY turn to leave ya mental state bloodied!
But out of love I’ll digress and move forward with my money!
and buy a house for my haters, then hand the keys to the neighbor, “it’s your’s honey!”
Watch ‘em punch air, but knock out nothing,
not even a molecule, as successful as me busking, or actually being a realistic part of anyone’s polycule…

“Is she grunting??”

Hell yeah and I’m probably busting!
Surely, staring at someone’s MILF wife, lusting,
like, damn I’d gladly get tag teamed by you and your hubby. throw it back a lil bit, you can be my cuddy, cuddy buddy foe showww…

“This entire song was a jumbled mess of lyrics and hardly makes sense!”

Every one is a mother fuckin’ critic! SHEESH!
What’s a girl gotta do to get a like on these digital skreets!?
Do I seriously have to do what I do and back hand you through a screen?
or, do I need to paddle a donkey until the mule begins to scream?
I’m game for either, so tell me, what y’all really need?
what do you crave? for what vice do you fiend?
I’m The MetaMasher, I can MetaMorph into anything…
King, Jester, Harlequin Harlot, and I’ve earned my throne, I’m the God Damned Queen.
THE Queen,
possessed by Al Capone, with a touch of Mr.
Mercury,
And a hell of a lot of Estrogen,
Those damn titty skittles!
gimme gimme! It’s Life Saving medicine!
Classical Beef, in Hamburg, Germany,
call me,
modern day Felix mendelssohn,
oh deer!
rain bullets!
dead venison!
oooo!
ladies and gentlemen,
i just got a new shot of adrenaline,
Manson, manson, feel like, Maryland,
Charles, which one?
cult leader or the king?
Both Stink!
or, so my apparently uneducated American Mind may think…
Life is a frickin’ beach!
indeed!

ohhhh!

ass rippage,
aaassss rippage!
farting in the sheets…
Dutch oven!
Let her cook!
“My eyes sting! I’m suffocating! I can’t breathe! PLEASE! What the fuck did you even eat!?”

Ass…

You ate ass!?

Yeah…Who doesn’t?! Y’all really don’t eat ass!? Well, your loss. More for the rest of us!

Ass Rippage!
Blitz the booty boom,
crack the fuck up as the drops all within the vicinity.
methodically.
with ferocity…
even burned a hole in someone’s airway…
they just got a tracheotomy…
wild!
Yup!
Ass rippin’ deadlier than an Anthrax attack.
mixed with powdered fentanyl and low grade and hella cut Percocet…
lidocaine patches and some cans of liquid death…

Ass death…