Wake up in the morning feeling a need to fart
Grab my gun, I’m out the door; I’m gonna hit this mart
Before I leave, fill my gut with a burger or two
Cause when I shop, I always gotta poo
I’m talking skid marks on my clothes, clothes
Shit running to my toes, toes
People always hold their nose, nose
Muffin-topping, eating our favourite burgers
Rolling on the scooters
Racing all the poopers
Had to shart, in the mart
Really tried to fart
Tonight, Imma binge
Till my belt comes off the hinge
Tick-tock, on the scales
My diet’s gonna fail
