Masters Of Fecal Matter Lyrics

Chorus- Crapmaster: We are the ones!
Masters Of Fecal Matter: We crap our pants yea!!!
Crapmaster: We have fun!
Masters Of Fecal Matter: Crapping our pants yea!!!
Crapmaster: Get Out A Gun!
Masters Of Fecal Matter: I'll Poo In Your Face MAN!!!
Crapmaster: Here it Comes!
Masters Of Fecal Matter: MY DIARRHEA!!!!!
Crapmaster: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Verse- Crapmaster: That smells bad.
Masters Of Fecal Matter: My Poo Reeks Like CRAP!!!
Crapmaster: Into your face.
Masters Of Fecal Matter: I tried to warn you!
Crapmaster: But you're retarded.
Masters Of Fecal Matter: Stupid, Stupid fat PIG!!!
Crapmaster: Let's all go!
Masters Of Fecal Matter: Play In The SNOW!!!!

Turnaround into Hiney RIPPING MADNESS!!!-
Crapmaster: Nothing can stop us, for we are the kings! (*) Don't even try.....
Masters Of Fecal Matter: RESISTANCE!!!!!
Crapmaster: Step too close, I'm sure to beat yaaaaaaa! WE ARE THE MASTERS OF FECALLLLLL!!!!!!!!! 1, 2, 3, 4,
Masters Of Fecal Matter: POO ON YOUR FLOORRRRR!!!!!


Chorus- Crapmaster: We are the ones!
Masters Of Fecal Matter: We crap our pants yea!!!
Crapmaster: We have fun!
Masters Of Fecal Matter: Crapping our pants yea!!!
Crapmaster: Get Out A Gun!
Masters Of Fecal Matter: I'll Poo In Your Face MAN!!!
Crapmaster: Here it Comes!
Masters Of Fecal Matter: MY DIARRHEA!!!!!
Crapmaster: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!




* WE ARE NOT REALLY KINGS. PANTERA ARE THE KINGS OF METAL. CRAPMASTER IS THE KING OF FECES. IF IT REALLY CAME DOWN TO ONE KING. PANTERA WOULD BE THE KINGS. THIS NOTE IS TO CLARIFY THAT SUBJECT.