*(Verse 1)*
Hot summer day, sun beatin' down,
Met this fine guy, muscles all around.
He flashed that smile, said "Come with me, babe,"
Took me on a ride, feelin' so brave.
We laughed and talked, cleanin' up the vibe,
His hands on my waist, keepin' it live.
But that street taco from lunch? Man, it hit wrong,
Stomach rumblin' low, singin' its song.
*(Pre-Chorus)*
Fart creepin' out, silent but deadly,
Clenchin' so tight, prayin' it holds steady.
He whispers dirty, pulls me in close,
But my guts are twistin', 'bout to explode.
*(Chorus)*
I gotta poop, can't hold it no more,
Stomach feelin' like a warzone, raw to the core.
He sticks that dick in, deep and so fine,
But I shit everywhere—oh shit, it's that time!
Farts blastin' loud, bowel movements wild,
Brown surprise paintin' the sheets, drivin' him mild.
Hot guy ready to fuck, but nature said "Nah,"
Diarrhea drama, what a fuckin' flaw!
*(Verse 2)*
We were buildin' up, sweat on his chest,
Thrustin' so hard, I tried my best.
But that bad burrito turned on the flood,
Can't clench forever, it's comin' in mud.
He looks surprised as it hits the bed,
I'm mortified, laughin' through the dread.
Fartin' and shittin', no stoppin' the flow,
Bowel rebellion stealin' the show.
*(Pre-Chorus)*
He wipes me down, still hard as a rock,
Says "Baby, it's real, we roll with the shock."
But my ass is explodin', can't catch a break,
Hot day turned messy, for heaven's sake.
*(Chorus)*
I gotta poop, can't hold it no more,
Stomach feelin' like a warzone, raw to the core.
He sticks that dick in, deep and so fine,
But I shit everywhere—oh shit, it's that time!
Farts blastin' loud, bowel movements wild,
Brown surprise paintin' the sheets, drivin' him mild.
Hot guy ready to fuck, but nature said "Nah,"
Diarrhea drama, what a fuckin' flaw!
*(Bridge)*
Next time I'll skip the sketchy food truck,
Pop a Imod
