Total Eclipse of the Fart - Goratory

No son-of-a-bitch, could ever fart better than me

The stench of my gaseous statements

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 a fucking knife!

That son-of-a-bitch.

Couldn’t fart better than me

No son-of-a-bitch.

Could ever fart better than me!