Taking Shits in Unexpected Places
"Taking Shits in Unexpected Places", a grimy hymn to a rogue shitter stalking the streets, unloading ‘gifts’ like a strung-out, scat-slinging fiend on sidewalks and swing sets. It’s a guttural, stench-soaked snarl—he’s jacked on the ‘hidden tush’ high, sneering through gritted teeth as his ‘masterpiece of brown’ chokes the squares. See him hunched in a museum, growling ‘It’s art, fuckers!’ while guards trip and brats wail. The chorus is a jagged, shit-stained war cry, no regrets, pure chaos. A snarling, blues-drenched turd rampage that turns every corner into his reeking throne—scan the QR code, crank it, choke, and own the stink!
