They're dry as a falcon soarin through the sky
And they're dry til I dizz I rizz I, so check it
I fart bizzy I fart your head dizzy
I fart up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie I'm crazy you can't fart phase me
I'm the S, fartin fresh I wanna fart on your chest
I'm all about the farts, the contests you see
Every single day farting on your c-h-e-s-t
P-o-u-n-d down my farts on you
You try to fart on me I gots ta fart you up I thought you knew
I'll fart your crew, but yet and still
Ya want to get real, I can underwear peel, ya say chill
Now feel, the motherfucking realism
Smit Doggy Dogg is floating buscuits that can break through steel
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