Total Eclipse of the Fart

No son-of-a-bitch, could ever fart better than me
The stench of my gaseous statements
Could suffocate a child back to a fetus
It smells like an army of insects
Crawled inside my body and died
It smells like the sewage of city
That’s been backed up for 499 years!
The skin off their bodies
Begins to turn gangrene
As soon as they smell my rot
And while they cough up their insides
I laugh in a fury of madness and hate
You could cut the stench with a fucking knife!
That son-of-a-bitch. Couldn’t fart better than me
No son-of-a-bitch. Could ever fart better than me!