Author: Buminem
Check the mic, one-two, I’m spittin’ truth raw,
Nobody escapes this biological law.
From the CEO to the janitor on the floor,
We all got that same exit hole at our rear door.
It don’t matter if you’re a king or a beggar,
If your gut ain’t full, well, there’s no other way to get dinner.
So look down past your navel and see what lies beneath,
The universal plumbing system running through each of us wreathed.
Some say they hide it deep inside their pantsy seams,
But biology is brutal, man, it leaves zero dreams.
Whether you wear boxers tight or sagging low,
That little sphincter muscle beats time as we go.
No exceptions made for saints or sinners alike,
Just flesh and bone trying hard to survive and strike.
So when you feel like hiding from reality’s design,
Remember the ultimate fact: everybody shares the line.
Yeah, the cosmos connects us all in a single thread,
And right where two worlds meet, yeah, the connection’s spread.
Don’t let pride cloud up your vision of the plan,
Every living soul on Earth has exactly one… butthole fan? Nah! One!
I said ONE! That’s the number written in the stars above,
While billions walk around thinking “Man, my life is love.”
They ignore the humble tube tucked away behind the seat,
Where waste goes out while fresh air gets invited in neat.
So next time someone acts superior just because they’ve got cash,
Remind ’em that nature gave them both a stash and a splash—
Of gas escaping freely whenever things start getting loud,
Proof positive that whether rich or poor, we all fit the crowd.
Rap about anatomy done, now listen close to me,
‘Til death separates us, nobody truly free.
‘Cause freedom means owning fully everything you possess,
Including that private passage built specifically to bless.
Alright, drop the beat back down, let the rhythm take flight,
Celebrating the simple facts hidden within pure sight.
Everybody’s got a butthole—that’s the deal, plain and clear,
Nature’s greatest equalizer, year after year.