it's important to practice good hygeine   at least if ya wanna run with my team   i'm bout to get into some shit that i've seen   this fool's breath, i mean so bad it'll melt your ice cream   they say don't say nothing if you can't say nice things   sittin too close to him, it burned, like my eyes stinged   i try to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum   i was a victim of breath on him   runnin his yap about what sets he from   gotta get some gum, gotta get him some   he turned it down, his teeth was brown   excrutiating for him, it was a new sensation   i had to ask the dope to pass the soap   cuz his toe had the sniff of crustaceans   or bathrooms in the bus station   he had a can of old e and some raisins   amazing...head to toe b.o.   he didn't know, used to the fragrance   just as the days went by without bathing   he felt manly and not like a maiden   he had one dread and fungus   said he worked on people's toilets with plungers   girls like a guy who would wanna tongue ya [?]   so guys take a cue from this little number      [chorus]   you gotta wash yo ass   if ya must   you gotta wash yo hair   if ya must   you gotta brush yo teeth   if ya must   or else you'll be funkyyyyyyy      now at class you need total concentration   but there's kids in the back holding conversations   crackin on each other, neither were poster boys   both of em smell like the type that soap avoids   coast and joy, they leave their absence   one fool's feet smelled like they struck some matchsticks   brimstone, girls would never bring him home   i was laughing, then his friend raised his tone   and said "bud, you rolled all over yourself"   "yeah"   i know some people your ass should be submerged   like you need to deal with water cuz you smell like a turd   wanna cap get some courage, your feet smell lurid   well look it up   and while you're at it get a cup   and squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle   you get our vote for most stinkiest   that n---- started thinkin of shit, said i was frail   i said he was stale   underarms is ripe   undergarments tight, about to leap out your holy sweats   and we holdin bets, after this i'm gonna collect   n---- check yourself   respect yourself   and wash your mothafuckin' body 'fore your sweatshirt melts   like radioactive, no lady find you attractive   the funk got you captive   you don't need a map bitch      [chorus]