Hey girl, I see you shaking,
The noise you making,
Something's baking.

But it ain't cake,
For goodness sake,
What is that smell?

Holy hell!
I see you squirm,
All like a worm,

Your cheeks are firm,
You must confirm.
What you're doing,

I think you're pooing,
Oh my god,
That smell is brewing.


With these Turd Signs!
All in my face,

That I can taste,
I just may die, from these Turd Signs, that you're doing,
I think you're pooing,

Don't know what's stewing, yeah

Alright.


Hold your breath,
You come near death,

When you walk,
Into the bathroom,
I need a fan,

And some febreze,
I'm gonna vomit,
I'm on my knees,

You just ruined,
Your brand new jeans,
Looked inside the toilet,

And some was green,
I started crying,
Your diarrhea,

Might as well call it,
Cryarrhea.


With these Turd Signs!
All in my face,
That I can taste,

I just may die, from these Turd Signs, that you're doing,
I think you're pooing,
Don't know what's stewing, yeah


From these Turd Signs.


John H.A.M. on the track and here's a fact,
For the love of Christ use the baby wipes.
Whatever you ate, I'm sure was great,

But damn I wish you'd constipate.
You dropping bombs like Vietnam,
Better not be wearing that white dress to prom,

You got the squirts,
You ain't forgettin',
Ain't even popped a molly and damn you sweatin'.


Out your mind,
I'm going blind,

Got me entwined,
From these turd signs.
I see you shaking,

The noise you making,
Something's baking.
But it ain't cake,

For goodness sake,
What is that smell?
Holy hell!

I see you squirm,
Your cheeks are firm,
You must confirm.

What you're doing,
I think you're pooing,

With these Turd Signs!
All in my face,

That I can taste,
I just may die, from these Turd Signs, that you're doing,
I think you're pooing,
Don't know what's stewing, yeah