Parry Gripp That Ain't Fresh
That ain't fresh [x2]
Smells like a hot summer day in Bangladesh
You may think you're doing fine but my friend you've crossed the line
That ain't fresh [x2]
That ain't fresh [x2]
Smells like a putrid zombie's rotting flesh
You may be a beauty queen but you smell like my latrine
That ain't fresh, no that ain't fresh
