Subhumankind - Street Shitta

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Lyrics:
Uh, Yeah
x8

Wait a minute (uh), lemme do my business (uh)
Poopin' in the middle of a busy intersection
I'm a street shitter, steamy treat giver
Nonstop brown, plop it down and deliver
Jeet fritter, I'm leavin' fecal litter
Drippin diarrhea, I'm a leaky little critter
Skeet yeeter, offender and repeater
Jerkin' while I'm lurkin in my beater

Sar, I'm squattin' in the city layin' big logs
Spot a cop, gotta stop, gonna pinch it off
Had to cut this stinky stump short and finish up
But you know we never wipin' like some bitches, yall
Got mushrooms growin in my motherfuckin britches, bruh
My anus got me on a mission every single dawn (and day)
To defecate up on the pavement all along the way (hey)
So if you walkin' better watch out what you hoppin' on
Because I'm droppin hella bombs upon that promenade (on god)
And if we meet you're gonna smell just what I'm talkin' bout
Cause when we come up in your country we gon' turn it brown
Not just the color of our skin but on the fucking ground
So when yall joggin and you dodgin always looking down (sar)
It's just a product of the population round the town (yessar)
Yeah Bharat be really poppin in the projects now
We keeping constant piles of droppings in the parking lots
(Ha!)

They ask me, "How you get like this?" (What? What?)
"How you live like this?" (What? What?)"
Why you worried bout it, sar
Lemme take a shit (lemme take a shit)
Get up out the way (get up out the way)
Fuck you think thought is? (What you think this is?)
I ain't worried 'bout a roll of toilet paper, bitch
They ask me, "How you get like this?" (What? What?)
"How you live like this?" (What? What?)"
Why you worried bout it, sar
Lemme take a shit (lemme take a shit)
Get up out the way (get up out the way)
Fuck you thought this is? (What you think this is?)
I ain't worried bout it, not my bloody problem, bitch

Yeah yeah
Squirtin, lick it off my finger like its hershey
Excrement to Indians like gold to a Persian
Uh, and my tummy always hurtin'
Havin' mud-butt can be tough when ya flirtin'
Back home yo, no one use a toilet
Only thing we sit on is the road when we soil it
Yeah, then we scoop it up and boil it
Open up a food stall and sell it off as soylent (ooh)

Yeah, heatin' up a bowl of curry
Eat it all up in a hurry til my vision become blurry
The spices got me speaking slurry
Now I'm fightin' with my bowels
Just about to unleash fury (yessar)
They judge me like they on a jury
Bubble guts are bound to lead to several public dumps occurring
Yeah I used to make them scam calls, now I'm at your damn mall
Crapping with my pants off, woo

Yeah, heatin up a bowl of curry
Eat it all up in a hurry til my vision become blurry (yeah)
The spices got my speaking slurry
Now I'm fightin' with my bowels
Just about to unleash fury (yessar)
They judge me like they on a jury
Bubble guts are bound to lead to several public dumps occurring
Yeah I used to make them scam calls, now I'm at your damn mall
Crapping with my pants off, uhh

Visa on my mind, we gon' run amuck
Ain't nothin we won't try, baby push your luck
We known to take a sidewalk and fuck it up
And if we got the time, we gon' bust a nut
Vagene on my mind, with a crusty butt