# A Toilet State of Mind (The Pencil Lead Hip Hop)

### By Clarence

## A Rap

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, mommy, it’s time.
It’s time, mommy (aight, mommy, begin).
Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap.

The diarrhea drops deep as does my poop.
I never barf, ’cause to barf is the daddy of stoop.
Beyond the walls of poop nuggets, life is defined.
I think of poop when I’m in a toilet state of mind.

Hope the group got some scoop.
My soup don’t like no dirty stoop.
Run up to the loop and get the dupe.

In a toilet state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The stinky diarrhea?
You complain about poopy smelly.
I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the maria.

I’m rappin’ to the lead,
And I’m gonna move your bed.

Gross, moist, yummy, like a boot
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a root.

I can’t take the poopy smelly, can’t take the cat.
I woulda tried to poop I guess I got no mat.

I’m rappin’ to the bed,
And I’m gonna move your lead.

Yea, yaz, in a toilet state of mind.

When I was young my daddy had a stria.
I waz kicked out without no ria.
I never thought I’d see that idea.
Ain’t a soul alive that could take my daddy’s maria.

A squishy fart is quite the start.

Thinking of poop. Yaz, thinking of poop (poop).