shity Chris

Yo yo up in Bodfish, California dirt-road fame,

You won’t believe how gross these fools play the same game.

Trailer park kings livin’ life on the edge of insane,

Got a toilet with no bottom, just a trash bag on the plain!

Ploop! Forgot the bag, now it’s steamin’ on the ground,

Like a dog dropped a deuce, whole yard smellin’ brown.

Becky over there gaggin’, face lookin’ like she swallowed a clown,

Emma hella pissed, screamin’, “Fuck that nasty motherfucker, shut it down!”

“Shittin’ on the ground like some kinda damn stray,

I oughta make you eat it, bitch, right here today!”

Becky grabs the shovel, holdin’ back the barf spray,

While I’m tossin’ trash bags in the trailer like it’s Tuesday.

Chris rollin’ up, “Yo, we movin’ this tin can today,”

“Becky, let me barrow that bike, hook it up, make it sway!”

She just laughs, “Boy, you trippin’, that bike ain’t no tow truck,”

But Emma’s already schemin’ with her new horses – Vegas or bust, good luck!

Horses breakin’ loose, stompin’ toward the state line,

Emma yellin’, “Yee-haw, bitches, California goodbye time!”

Chad in the back, hatin’ hard, tryna claim what ain’t his,**

“Those horses mine!” – nah, fool, they been Emma’s for a year, mind your biz!

Chad actin’ like a bitch, tryin’ to abort the whole crew,

Emma just flips him off, “Eat a fat dick, Chad, we through!”

Haters in the res lot screamin’, “Y’all ain’t goin’ nowhere,”

But them horses already gallopin’, wind in their hair!

So roll out, roll out, Bodfish in the rearview,

Trash bags flyin’, poop shovel still brand new.

From the toilet with no bottom to the Vegas horse heist,**