Luyện nghe bài hát P.E. Squad/Doodoo Chasers

The world is a toll toilet
Our mouths assholes
And speaking
We're in a state of diarrhea
Talking a mile a minute

Or in a of constipated notions
think of nothin' but shit
And in this world of stinky
Shitty and constipated 19 now nows
from the hiney of your head

The doo doo
The
The prune of the mind
The doo doo

of roto rooter
Bringing you music to get shit together
By the band in the tidy bowl of your
(What was that long again Promental?)

A musical bowel
to rid you of moral diarrhea
Social
do-loops
Mental

call us the unflushables
One swipe a clean
(Go it, fellas)

And what causes all of this
What is the source of for thought?

Images doggie

Me burger with I on it
Me burger with I on it
A sandwich, a personal burger hamburger
And a glass of constricted
Out to lunch with lunch

The fear of eaten by the sandwich
The
The doo doo
of roto rooter
Music to your shit by

Low logic
brain
Skinny

Count the calories of thoughts
Funk, says
Like laxatives
Sweet and sour movements

And in this world of memories
futures, 19 now nows constipated
Like the juice of the mind
The band in the bowl of your brain
Bringing you music to clean shit by

Funk, the
The mental bowel movement

One swipe a wipe
And with no charge

A trend
A enema
shit
(Let me try one crap)

doo doo
Helping you get your shit

at a Funkadelic rehearsal
We bring you the doo doo
(Which one is Clinton?)
Out to lunch with lunch meat, again

The fear of being by a sandwich

Where is a nice time of day
At least twice a

Fried Ice Cream is a
(Which one is Clinton?)

Fried Ice is a reality
Guess coming to lunch
I'm not pay for this lunch, man

Fried Ice is a reality
Fried Ice Cream is a
Ice Cream is a reality