Let me go let me flow come on let me shoop
This is to prove to you that we can rap a whole nother song about poop
Cuz we know what some of you are after
And you just weren't satisfied with Rapper on the Crapper
So there I was it was dope almost word
The time I gave birth to my biggest turd
Let me say that sucker really stretched out my ass
I swear for at least a week or two no one heard me pass gas
I was in so much pain I thought I might die
My whole body sweat and a tear came to my eye
I thought I might never ever get rid of this shit
But when I did let me tell you it was a major fucking accomplishment
So there I was staring right at the brown
There was no fucking way I could flush it down
I smiled big I was really proud
It was my greatest creation come on shout it out loud!

We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop cuz the poop is brown

It's Sled Dog and I'm here to rap,
About life's simplest pleasure, taking a crap.
I'll say it proud, I'm not embarrassed,
My love for poop broke up my last marriage,
She'd say "Why are you always on the pot"
I'd say "I'm testing out the bathroom tissue you bought"
She knew I was lying and thought I needed help,
And that I needed therapy for my mental health,
we went to marriage counseling, a doctor too,
he asked "What's causing these cravings inside of you?"
I said "I can't explain it right off hand,
But if you let me demonstrate then you'll understand"
So I dropped a load and started to play,
Around with my poop like it was made of clay,
She said "it's poop or me which one will you lose?"
It only took about 5 seconds to choose, I said.
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop, Sled "it only took 5 seconds to choose."

I'm like a primate when I'm pissed the poop goes flying
I'm telling you the truth no way that I'm lying
So stand back when your walking by my cage
Despite all my rage I'm just a fat man on stage
But I don't give a fuck I don't really care
And you better duck when my shits flying through the air
Cuz if you don't then your bout to get plastered
Covered in fecal matter "Corndog you fucking bastard"
I'll just smile at you and then I'll laugh
As your drenched in the brown ecto plasm that comes out of my ass
Don't fuck with someone whose part gorilla ieight
Someone that was taught to rap by Vanilla ice
When I wipe I use my left hand
With no toilet paper like the people in Afganistan
I eat food with my right hand and wipe with my left
And that proves I'm more talented than P diddy or Wyclef

Yo every pair of my boxers is stained,
My parents get blamed, Cuz I was never pottie trained.
Big deal, I never learned to wipe, so what!
You think you're better than me just cause you wipe your butt.
You see, my whole life I was always neglected,
And the stinky guy in class always got rejected.
But now I'm all up in the poop club, poppin the cris,
Runnin' to the john, took too many laxatives,
There's a line in the bathroom, and I have to wait.
"hey if someone would finish up quickly, that would be great."
Splash, it hits the water, and me bum is drenched,
People walking in can't stand the stench.
I let 'em all know it's an aquired taste,
They take a second whiff and get a smile on their face,
I say "hey enjoying this scent is not wrong",
And from the bathroom stall I heard em' singing along, sayin'

We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop na- na- na- na- na- na- na- na-.

Break

We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop this song is That's what makes us cool.

You take the "f" from food, then the "d",
Substitute the two with a couple of p's,
Cuz both words in the middle contain two zero's,
And if you love poop, it's simple, we're you're heros.
And corndog he's the master, I suppose,
The way connects ten straws from his ass to his nose.
And sled dog, he's my apprentice of sorts,
The way he's in the swimming pool always crapping in his shorts.
Hey corndog I thing I smell a skunk,
No sled, that's just the load in your swimming trunks.
Here I go here I go here I go in my Benz
Guys what's my weakness, 'depends' all righty then
Here's a fine sight to see that's not to bad
A fat man and wife with full colostomie bags
Think of how wonderful life would be,
If you could poop on people when you're high up in a tree, now sing with me

We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop got to have the poop
We want the poop this song is Rapper on the Crapper 2.

Do what I say and do what we do
And to this day you too can have fun with poo.