No son-of-a-bitch, could ever fart better than me, The stench of my gaseous statments 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 fucking knife! That son-of-a-bitch. Couldn't fart better than me. No son-of-a-bitch. Could ever fart better than me!