If you had one shot or one opportunity to shit anywhere you ever wanted

[Anonymous No.7266084]

Pajeet's palms are sweaty, knees weak, asshole steady
The feces looks wetter already, his load is heavy
He's nervous, but on the streets he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
Where to crouch down, the train tracks roar so loud
He lowers his pants, but the poo won't come out
He's broken. How rasheed is jokin' now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!

[Anonymous No.7266175]

Snap back to the toillet'ry