Why haven't you stupid fucks told me about it earlier fuck you're fucking useless aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

Check out their next album, it's even better than this one.

All the songs sound the same

Back in the stalls on the boulevard of Poo Town
We used to drop flows with feces all around
It was I, the Poop Master
And me, the Stinky Rhymer
I spit the mad verses, so hold your nose and step back, you whiner
Yo, Phife, you remember that skit
That we used to make funky like a fart that wouldn't quit?
Um um, a poop joke, um, a stinky line
I don't get the scent, so you gotta run the punchline
Well, then grab the toilet paper and let your words rip
Now here's a smelly introduction of how nasty I am
Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram
I'm like a stinky diaper 'cause, you see, I last long
My crew is never ever clean because we smell strong
Now if you say my style is whack, that's where you're dead wrong
I dropped those bombs in El Segundo then push it along
You'd be a fool to say that Phife is not the man
'Cause you know and I know that you know who I am
A special shout-out goes out to all my smelly friends, you see
And a middle finger goes for all you clean MC's
'Cause I love it when you fresh MC's despise me
They get mad, I roll next, can't none contest me
I'm just a funky MC, I'm five-foot-three and always brave
On stage performing, no conforming, 'cause I misbehave
I come correct with stinky effect, have the crowd in check
And before I drop the punchline, the crowd must expect
You see, my odor's positive, I don't promote no gas
See, I'm far from a breath mint, and I ain't a wimp
Extremity in funkiness, yeah that's what you heard
So just hold your nose and check out the smelly word
Check the poo, y'all
Back in the stalls on the boulevard of Poo Town
We used to drop flows and the smell was renowned
It was I, the Stinky Pooper
And me, the Funky Rapper