Perfumes Of Doom

Pants off

Full moon rising

Lovely stench

Is terrorizing

A brand new fart hits the day

Take a deep breath

It doesn't smell like flowers

But like Frederic and ass

Face in the wind

Take a nose full of love

Breath or Glory!

You're a wimp when you cough!

Straight from my heart

And out of my ass

The air is fulfilled

With my glorious gas

The winds are unleashed

There's o turning back

As you inhale all my love

With your nose on my crack

Perfumes of Doom!

I create sonar sound

With a special effect

Two farts are better than one

That is a fact!

Sauerkraut and garlic

Coleslaw and beans

Guaranteed pure erotic

You know what that means!

Straight from my heart...

My flatulence

So immense

...

Fear my ass!