You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
Some confuse ass-breath for strong halitosis
It's been hundreds of years since the first diagnosis
By the African doctor, Mawangi Misoi
Known in the states as Mr. Thomas' boy
He found that preventing this affliction was lost
With the mention of the phrase, "Um, yes sir, boss"
When that phrase was uttered many stomachs would wrench
Some jumped in the Atlantic to escape the stench
He know that ass-breath came from kissin' ass a lot
To be the boss's knight-in-armor like Lancelot
Doctor Misoi, years later, before he was hanged
Developed pills with the taste of lemon merengue
Made from ground gunpowder of Haitian slaves
And swept from Seminoles who just wouldn't behave
He tested first on young Nat from the Turner plantation
Then sent a batch off to the French speakin' nation
It should also be noted, a bottle of it was found
In the clenched dead hand of the white John Brown
Every time it went 'round new people would find it
They would take their essence, put it in and grind it
In Russia, Africa, Asia too
Mao Tse-Tung made the flavors new
In Cuba, the people make new shipments
Of this pill that is on the FDA shit list
That is not recommended to take befo' dinner
When supervisin' Presidents and such type sinners
Take this pill and say what you wish you said
It hardens backbones, they might wish you dead
And it's not to be confused with courage juice
Which we drank in chains and we still ain't loose
These pills really should be taken in groups
'Cause ass-breath motherfuckers move with troops
MLK took half a pill, procrastinatin'
Once he took a whole pill, they assassinate him
Take ass-breath killers, to really get down
Wherever rocks, fire, and struggle are found
When it's time to speak up and you can't make a sound
Take the pills that'll make you kick the king in his crown
Take ass-breath killers, to really get down
Wherever rocks, fire, and struggle are found
Dr. Misoi's ass-breath killers
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
The makers of Dr. Misoi's ass-breath killers
Are not responsible for corporate losses
Or topplin's of local regimes and or governments
So you done took the pill, is it workin' yet?
Nah, man is yours workin' yet?
I think mine is about to start workin' now, there it goes
Hey, what are you guys supposed to be doin'?
Well, I'm, I'm suppo, I'm suppo, check it out
