[Intro: TheProCon]
Quiet down, quiet down, quiet down
Everybody stay quiet

Dyin’ out, dyin’ out, dyin’ out
I can see Teal is dyin’

[Verse 1: TheProCon & Ye]
I don’t think that it’s that crazy to say
I don’t know what I could’ve, would’ve played (No stream)
But I know that I should’ve further stayed, (Emergency.)
But I also know I gotta go

I’m late to the bathroom
It’s a solid feelin’ like a statue
Hold up, I gotta sneeze
Achoo!

I’m flyin’ how I gotta poop super, man
Now I pass the mic to Dirty Dan

Poopy-di scoop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-di-scoop-di-poop
Poop-di-scoopty
Scoopty-whoop
Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop
Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop
Poop, poop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop, poop
[Verse 2: Splorg8]
Gripping the porcelain losing his forces in
His grip with the mortal plane recounting his former sins
Trying to portion his thoughts to the misfortune he's in
Disproportionate torsion may reinforce his expulsion
Nope!
He feels the light fading
Why'd he spend his time hating
Hе should’ve been dating
Instead of serеnading strangers
His vision attenuating his heart palpitating
He starts rotating forward in a pose so degrading
Ass up face down like an OnlyFans account
No man around the only sound is a wet fart
When his heart stops
He's lying against the ground now
It’s a couple days before his body is found
When his neighbor smells the odor compound
If you think about it, it’s kinda profound
That even now downed, he's still a clown