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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,191
Peak in subgenre #675
Author
illete and gravity
Rights
2003 Collab Incorporated
Uploaded
January 26, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Chorus
I’ll teach you how to dump
My shit stay stocked up
My TP locked up in the cabinets mannnn
I’ll teach you how to dump
Playa you cant see me
I gently breathe and I drop my friends
I’ll teach you how to dump
My shit is steamin, my rect be blingin, im tryin mannnn
I’ll teach you how to dump
I see you peein, playa please quit peein, im dyin mannn
I’ll teach you how to dump
Ill/ banks
Im sensing a lot of tension now that im crappin
Now the shit looks up to me see whut happened
Me on the contrary hands covered in craptinum
Different color poops, but im in love with the black one
On point, cuz the p double o p is stackin
With a crapbox big enough to fit my sac in
Yeah its fairly new I demand that you check it
Cuz this the shit race and I won the election
Its fresh where it sets, and it breaze through the creases
Blue hanes shitted, P-Unit Leakers
Charmin double roll, used to clean up my fecies
Decorate the bathroom, with all of my pee pee
When it comes to dumpin there is nothing you can teach us
When I dump all my times gone, ya rectum cant beat us
Naw I aint here to save the world, jus work up a lump
Come wit me I don’t front, I’LL TEACH YOU HOW TO DUMP
Chorus
I’ll teach you how to dump
My shit stay stocked up
My TP locked up in the cabinets mannnn
I’ll teach you how to dump
Playa you cant see me
I gently breathe and I drop my friends
I’ll teach you how to dump
My shit is steamin, my rect be blingin, im tryin mannnn
I’ll teach you how to dump
I see you peein, playa please quit peein, im dyin mannn
I’ll teach you how to dump
Grav/ buc (young buck)
Stained up whiteys, but they stain so nicely
Wit that old black Hershey, and them ole trash wipeys
I know you prolly called me ass monkey back in the days
The only thing changed is the color of the stains
I bought me an old stool and blew out the frame
The pot is hype for, but blew out my hanes
My stomache is churnin, man I doo doo my thing
And whodi now in trouble cuz im shittin them flames
Come on now, we know tha hole is getting old
The hair in my rear made my ass grow mold
P-Unit homie, actin like ya’ll don’t go
Look, I cant even shit in the stalls no mo
I just pull down, sit down, and drop my load
They never seen anybody stop they show
Got me a magazine dog, it helps when im stumped
Time to show these poop nazis how im supposed to dump