T.S.R. (Toilet Stool Rap) Lyrics

G-goobely-goo Ah-h-h-hm Ah yeah Now check it out I would walk into the bathroom to take a crap I sit down, and then I write me a toilet stool rap Whether I'm constipated or have diarrhea I always come out with a funky fresh idea Even if you don't think it's funky fresh, and To all the little kids I'm makin a good impression Cause a lot of my hits are written on the john I hope my legendary style of rap lives on This's a hidden secret where classics come from Everybody has done it, even my man Run Only in there I am the king of the throne Hey, hey, you know I can't be alone No girls, no guys, no dogs, no cats No parents, no nieces, no nephews, no brats That's the only way that I can get privacy And you know where I write my funky fresh rhymes live, you see... Me sittin on a toilet Waitin for my bowels to move I got a doodoo rap I got a doodoo... Yo, bust it Let me tell you a little something bout this episode It was four in the morning, chillin on my commode It was me, my pad, and pen, and my bad breath All of a sudden I came up with somethin that was real def I was thinkin, what a real beatbox could do What if I put a hype beat with the "p-pf 1-2"? Then I write some words, so I really can use it I think I would name this one Make The Music Like if I was the man that they call Clark Kent Cause I go into the bathroom for rhymes I invent Then I come out on stage like Superman But never show the people my masterplan Instead of movin towels, or movin vowels Only think I'm doin, is movin bowels A tv in the bathroom just might spoil it Only thing I can say is... I'm sittin on a toilet Waitin for my bowels to move I got a doodoo rap I got a doodoo Doodoo Doo-oo-oo Doo-doo-doo-doo Rrrhaaa