G-goobely-goo  Ah-h-h-hm    Ah yeah  Now check it out    I would walk into the bathroom to take a crap  I sit down, and then I write me a toilet stool rap  Whether I'm constipated or have diarrhea  I always come out with a funky fresh idea  Even if you don't think it's funky fresh, and  To all the little kids I'm makin a good impression  Cause a lot of my hits are written on the john  I hope my legendary style of rap lives on  This's a hidden secret where classics come from  Everybody has done it, even my man Run  Only in there I am the king of the throne  Hey, hey, you know I can't be alone  No girls, no guys, no dogs, no cats  No parents, no nieces, no nephews, no brats  That's the only way that I can get privacy  And you know where I write my funky fresh rhymes live, you see...    Me sittin on a toilet   Waitin for my bowels to move  I got a doodoo rap  I got a doodoo...    Yo, bust it  Let me tell you a little something bout this episode  It was four in the morning, chillin on my commode  It was me, my pad, and pen, and my bad breath  All of a sudden I came up with somethin that was real def  I was thinkin, what a real beatbox could do  What if I put a hype beat with the "p-pf 1-2"?  Then I write some words, so I really can use it  I think I would name this one Make The Music  Like if I was the man that they call Clark Kent  Cause I go into the bathroom for rhymes I invent  Then I come out on stage like Superman  But never show the people my masterplan  Instead of movin towels, or movin vowels  Only think I'm doin, is movin bowels  A tv in the bathroom just might spoil it  Only thing I can say is...     I'm sittin on a toilet  Waitin for my bowels to move  I got a doodoo rap  I got a doodoo  Doodoo  Doo-oo-oo  Doo-doo-doo-doo  Rrrhaaa