Tryna clear the room with a stealth move, ah
Silent but I warn it's the wrong groove, ah
Stink lines rising like a cartoon, ah
Hold your nose now, here comes the doom, ah
Undercover rumble, tactical error, ah
In the pursuit of gas, I've become the bearer, ah
The air's turning sour, faces in gloom, ah
Evacuate fast, it's about to boom, ah
[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta admit, it's some kinda art
But when the smell hit, everybody depart
As I sneak the cheek, with a sly technique, ah
Whispers of disaster startin' to peak, ah
Cleared the benches, like a real stink bomb, ah
Brows are furrowed, a scent alarm, ah
Every nostril’s flarin', eyes are waterin' hard, ah
In this smelly symphony, I played the wrong card, ah
Room's spinnin' round from this audible sin, ah
Like a stealth jet fighter, I let one slip in, ah
Lurkin' silent but deadly, invisible gas, ah
I'm the master of wind, but this too shall pass, ah
[Chorus]
Oh, it's a natural act, they say, let it be free, ah
But when the funk hits the fan, they all blame me, ah
Then the wind took a turn, can't disguise the scent, ah
Got 'em wavin' their hands, at the air they resent, ah
A lil' toot became a legend, the tail end of a skit, ah
Laughter roared through the crowd, but the smell won't quit, ah
[Verse 3]
A funky fugitive, I'm on the lam, ah
Leaving traces of my presence, this stink ain't no sham, ah