[Verse 1: Collin Smith]
Weenie, weenie, wiener
Salsa like a beaner
My name is Peter
Drinkin' toilet bowl cleaner
Got the heater
The meaner I meet her, I need her
And I know if I eat her
Then there's gonna be a stupid frickin' liter
Of blood on the floor
I can't do this anymore
I got manure in my fist
I'm ready to go to war like (Poop)
I want you to know that (You)
Hahahaha suck
I'm not feeling like myself
I'm starting to feel like someone else
Fire and brimstone, I'm in Hеll
Collection of foreskin on my shelf
(Gеt out of my face)
I'm gonna throw your limbs (All over the place)
I've had enough
No more games
You're insane
Eating brains
It's all the same
[Chorus: Collin Smith]
My penis is on fire
And my boobs are like rubber
I can't stop farting
And I have lots of blubber
Toenails in my poop
Red, red feces
Lots of red poop inside my pee pee
Penis is on fire
And my boobs are like rubber
I can't stop farting
And I have lots of blubber
Toenails in my poop
Red, red feces
Lots of red poop inside my pee pee
[Verse 2: Jacob Watson & Collin Smith]
Let me see
I'm feeling uneasy
My big fat stomach is kinda queasy
Big poop hamburger
Really, really cheesy
Fry that frickin' crap up
(Yeah, it's really greasy)
I'm so drunk, I'm drunk, I'm drunk
No I'm not, just shut up
You like men, you're such a punk
I'll throw your grandma in the knurt
Hey man, I'm doin' just fine
I'm running in circles and walkin' in a straight line
I can't stop the red juice leakin' from my behind
Puke and puke some more after eatin' 80 street signs
I'm so gay, I'm dumb, I don't know
My brain is really, really slow
I have issues, this I know
But my therapist says I'm getting (Really better though)
[Chorus: Collin Smith]
My penis is on fire
And my boobs are like rubber
I can't stop farting
And I have lots of blubber
Toenails in my poop
Red, red feces
Lots of red poop inside my pee pee
Penis is on fire
And my boobs are like rubber
I can't stop farting
And I have lots of blubber
Toenails in my poop
Red, red feces
Lots of red poop inside my pee pee
[Bridge: Collin Smith]
(Pee pee)
(Pee pee)
(Pee pee)
(Pee pee)
(Pee pee)
(Pee pee)
(Eep Eep)
(Eep Eep)
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
[Chorus: Collin Smith]
My penis is on fire
And my boobs are like rubber
I can't stop farting
And I have lots of blubber
Toenails in my poop
Red, red feces
Lots of red poop inside my pee pee
Eep eep ym edisni poop der fo stol
Secef der der
Poop ym ni slianeot
Rebbulb fo stol evah I dna
Gnitraf pots t'nac I
Rebbur ekil era sboob ym dna
Erif no si sinep
Feces was written by Collin Smith & Jacob Watson.
Feces was produced by Collin Smith.