some folks are born, anally a bag,
ooh they smell like that pooh
and when they start yellin hey hear this queef,
and they point their cannon at you, no..

it ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no flatulent son
it aint me, it ain't me,
I ain't the ignorant one

some folks are born, born to need a fan,
lord they should stay themselves oh
and when the E.P.A.comes to the door
they should fart mo' mo' more

it ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no flatulent son
it aint me, it ain't me,
I ain't the ignorant one

some folks inherit asses like wells
ooh they be dark down inside
and if they say come pull my finga'
you had think they died...

it ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no flatulent son
it aint me, it ain't me,
I ain't the ignorant one