T-Shirt She Shat On My Dick white QR song

$29.90

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Description

Scan this QR code cotton t-shirt and cue “She Shat on My Dick”, a bluesy banger where a guy wakes up to a morning-after shocker: last night’s fling took a literal dump on his pride. Picture him strumming, “I went downtown, now I’m drowning in poop,” as the vibe sours faster than his sheets. The chorus is a frantic cry: love’s fast fade leaves him stunned, swearing off reunions with his fecal femme fatale. It’s a scat-tastic lament, a gritty, gross-out groove so wild, it’s like a breakup ballad met a porta-potty prank. Scan it, hit play now and let the laughter begin!

The 100% cotton unisex classic tee will help you land a more structured look. It sits nicely, maintains sharp lines around the edges, and goes perfectly with layered streetwear outfits. Plus, it's extra trendy now!

100% cotton
Dark Heather is 50% cotton, 50% polyester
Fabric weight: 5.0–5.3 oz/yd² (170-180 g/m²)
Open-end yarn
Tubular fabric
Taped neck and shoulders
Double seam at sleeves and bottom hem
Blank product sourced from Honduras, Nicaragua, Haiti, Dominican Republic, Bangladesh, Mexico

Shipping Information

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Proudly designed, printed, & shipped in the USA 🇺🇸 for US/Canada/Mexico orders

Proudly designed, printed, & shipped in the EU 🇪🇺 for EU orders

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QR song demo video

Scan the QR code and cue “She Shat on My Dick” is a bluesy banger where a guy wakes up to a morning-after shocker: last night’s fling took a literal dump on his pride. Picture him strumming, “I went downtown, now I’m drowning in poop,” as the vibe sours faster than his sheets. The chorus is a frantic cry: love’s fast fade leaves him stunned, swearing off reunions with his fecal femme fatale. It’s a scat-tastic lament, a gritty, gross-out groove so wild, it’s like a breakup ballad met a porta-potty prank. Scan it, hit play now and let the laughter begin!