Methane Crescendo - Psychostick

Alright, who did it, who did it, admit

Admit to your transgression a guilty conscience needs confession

Don’t dare deny it, don’t hide it, don’t fight it

Denied abominations will lead to investigations

You gotta take responsibility for your flatulence

You gotta take responsibility for your gas

You gotta be accountable for silent death that you’re unleashing

You gotta be accountable for all the products of your ass

Oh God, oh God, oh God

It’s the wrath of the burrito

Roll down the window

A methane crescendo

Roll down the window

Roll down the window

Roll down the window

Alright, that does it, that does it, who was it

We’ll find the guilty party who’s been doing all the farting

Somebody’s lying, you’re lying, he’s lying

We’ll beat the truth out of you for the suffering we’ve gone through

You gotta take responsibility for your flatulence

You gotta take responsibility for your gas

You gotta be accountable for silent death that you’re unleashing

You gotta be accountable for all the products of your ass

It’s the wrath of the taco

Roll down the window

Or maybe the nachos

Roll down the window

Roll down the window

Roll down the window

The gas is building up, it’s reaching lethal doses

We all will soon be found, dead while holding our noses

Oh God, it’s smells like death in here

Oh God, The time for truth is near because

He that smelt it dealt it

He that sniffs it gives it (no you did it)

He that smelt it dealt it

He who denied it supplied it (no you did it)

What do you mean

It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t

What do you mean

It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t

Or maybe it was

Ha ha ha ha

Smell my stench you fuckers