Lyrics

[Verse]
Runnin' through the streets, couldn't clinch, I'm frantic,
Taco Tuesday struck, boy it's smellin' gigantic,
In the club, real sudden, like a lightning swift,
Now my jeans turnin’ brown, askin' them for a lift.

[Verse 2]
Hey yo, J-Kwon in the corner, kids stoppin' the dance,
All ‘cause I dropped a bomb, now it's fissile pants,
Pineapple express, my gut's in distress,
Silent but violent, leave the whole place a mess.

[Chorus]
Takin' dumps ain't a game, call me Dookie King,
Poop throne sittin' proud, let the bowel bells ring,
From a fart to a shard, it's the fine line patrol,
Top-notch toilet humor, gotta keep it bold.

[Verse 3]
Hop in the whip, drivin' fast, just tryin' to peace,
Turn the heat seat on high, chef in the body's feast,
Sweat pourin’ down, freakin' out like a sinner,
Prayin' for a toilet break, skip Thanksgivin' dinner.

[Verse 4]
In the subway, line long, gulp down the dread,
Saw a kid sniff and shout, my face turnin' red,
Backward walkin', wigglin', tryin' to keep it low,
But that loud trump blare let the whole world know.

[Chorus]
Takin' dumps ain't a game, call me Dookie King,
Poop throne sittin' proud, let the bowel bells ring,
From a fart to a shard, it's the fine line patrol,
Top-notch toilet humor, gotta keep it bold.