intro:
All my feces are pieces
Inside the bathroom stall constepation, no breathing
Don't give a f*ck if my waste is excreting

verse 1:
All my feces are pieces
Inside the bathroom stall constepation, no breathing
Don't give a f*ck if my waste is excreting
Would you care if my waste excreting?
Would it be wrong, would it be right?
If I ordered out tonight, chances are that I might
defication out of sight
and I'm contemplating pumpkin pie

chorus:
Now I'm lookin up front, looking behind
Wish they'd remove that "out of order" sign

verse 2:
I never realized I liked mexican
Going to Taco Bell again and again
Hungry, ordering beans , chalupas, and tacos
Hungry for gorditas, burittos and nachos
It all started when I was done eating
Had an urge for peeing, so I started fleeing
Searching to find a clean and empty stall
Found one but it had no toilet paper at all

hook:
Holding it tight, patience is slight
I'm swear to god I'm dying

I can't hold on
to this no more