Woe to you oh porcelain seat
for the devil sends the turds with wrath
because he knows the turds are short
let him who hath understanding reckon the number two of the beast,
for it is a stinky number
it's number is number two
I shit alone, i was constipated
I needed time to think
To get the waste out of my body
What did I see? Can I believe?
That what I shit that night was real and not just fantasy?
Just what I saw in my old bowl
Were they reflections of my warped turds staring back at me?
'Cause in my bathroom, it's always there
The evil poop that twists my mind and brings me to diarrhea
Shit was brown, was no use holding back
'Cause I peeked outside, was someone watching me?
In the mist, dark figures move and twist
Was all this for real or just some kind of constipation?
Two Two Two, the number of the poo
Poop and pee was spawned to be released
Mad farts blazed and toilet papers were praised
As they start to cry, rolls held to the sky
In the night, the turds are burning bright
The pooping has begun, diarrhea's work is done
Two two two, the number of the poo
Shitting is going on tonight
This can't go on, I must wipe my bum
Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream?
But I feel drawn towards the toilet bowls
Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid the smell
Two Two Two, the number of the poo
Two Two Two, the one for me and you
My constipation's back but I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you poop
I have the flatulence, I have the farts
I have the power to make my diarrhea take its course
