This is a song about "Shitting your pants"

For either rock in your pants the crack or best dick

Make room for the groom married to his music

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

She do it with no hands

To the same plant, and the same pants

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

I'm a tiny pants goon

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

Bout' those alien girls you met down the pit, talking bout' living in your pants, wow.

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

See, i like the person that you are

Your pants get hit with cancer