The Farts from Rocky Road


Phew cork, blew cork, is egging stinks (they spray)
And no place to hide (rather flee)
Where else can you poop a half a billion stinks
Call shat a mortar of freeps
When they belch their mucus, poop that bottom music
Whey spikes it with a shot of bile
Butt grits still shat flame mold back end rippin’
Shat squealing chives brimmed wild

They say the farts from Rocky Road are real stinky
And from what I’ve smelt I relieve some
Now the rose buds may be barely breathing
Butt the farts from Rocky Road are still wreaking

Smells bray, hiney’s rude, and the buns that “rip”
Is skunking (everyone can’t see)
Teflon gripes and the ritzy sh*tsy whirls
All dross whoa! Scent of pee
Bent, they spray flare music
Splat farts, shot fuses
They light it with a shot of gas
Butt lets swill: that flame mold black bean rhythm
That really wreaks, some writhing

They say the farts from Rocky Road are real beefy
And some butt slides belt, I can still “bean” ‘em
Pow! the old boy makes mean air wreakin’
Splut! the farts from Rocky Road still smell meaty

Feces, bran that “tones” and some Libby’s beans browned, caustic and splattin’ ooze
Bullseye! blastin’, choking all the living, Bean battle, flan, canned Crisco, blew!
Underwear bares music, brie chive music, ‘ends rip some scallions’ “slides”
Butt lets swill, that slime mold Rocky Road “music”
Shat squealing chives brimmed wild

They say the farts from Rocky Road are real meaty
And my behind “screams”, I relieve some
Pow! that ole soy makes my rear shell sqeakers
But the farts from Rocky Road are still wreaking