1, 2, 3 and to the 4
You know who I be, my stanky ass is at the door
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
(Cuz you know he 'bout to stank sh*t up)
Gimme the aerosol first, so I can spray on the double
Me and humidity, together? Now you know you in trouble
Ain't nuthin' but a stank thang, (baby)
Got algae on my gut, (it's crazy)
Lysol is the can (that sprays me)
Un-cleanable, so please to try to clean this (hell yeah)
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
It's a hard knock life cuz y'all don't understand
From a stank-ass perspective
And before you try to clean my ass, you need an antiseptic
You never know I could be earning her lust
By spraying this gust
Of extra-terrestrial fust
Now you know I ain't with that sh*t, Leiutenant
Ain't no place clean enough to stay clean while I'm up in it
And I'm worser than the back of a Jewel's
Just cuz I stank, why you gotta be so cruel?
But if it's bad enough, you can't take a deep breath
Sh*t, that's why it's called "Stank After Death"

It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Yo, fust up the mic all nasty

Well I'm fustin, and I'm fustin, yeah I'm gustin
Cuz my belly's so big that my shirts keep bustin
Now its time for me to have to loosen my belt
So sit back, relax (man, he smell like old tuna melt)
You never smelled no one with this stench befo'
And I make you feel grateful when the wind don't blow
At the same time when you can't dine cuz I stank
You know, and I know, they classify me as rank
I add to your protection, my selection of scents
No no, not the vents! That's not what I meant
You got me all wrong! (damn, it lingers for so long)

It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
And who gives a f**k about soap?
So just chill, cuz I'ma make some bodies turn cold

Comin' outta that ass, it's a muthaf*ckin' Lean Cuisine
Gettin' funky in the tub like an old batch of collard greens
Sprayed my room with Glade
Sprayed my armpits up with Raid
Or you're gonna finna need First Aid
Sweat -- comin' outta my pores
Got me smellin' like a gang of cheap alley whores
Be smellin', worse, than a subway floor
Rats mice and roaches in my Joe Boxer drawers

Hey girl! Wanna get wit this? I know you want it.
Hell naw. You be smellin' like piss!
I don't get with stank-ass sh*t like this!
Bitch, you ain't nuthin' but an uptight clit!

It's where it takes place so when I fust, you a dead man
Smellin like sh*t, cuz in summer I'm a wet man
The funky smell that's makin' the brothaz dizzy and they stumble
When I miss a shower (It's a muthaf***in jungle!)
Try to get close without knowin all the facts
I'll make you so sick you gonna need X-Lax
Never let me bathe, cuz if I bathe, then I'm bathing
(Doesn't matter, cuz the smell will never start fading)
And I'ma continue to let gust blow, let the must flow
And if you bitches talk sh*t, I'll have to let the fust go
Yeah, And I'ma be frank
I told you I'm not the one to thank when I smell and I stank
But I'm never clean, always dirty even at 3:30
C-H-I-C-A-G-O (why it gotta be the windy city?)
I'm stanky like I said, I smell like a horse
Like my brotha Mr. Ed, no one can smell worse

Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
And who gives a f**k about soap?
Not me! Sh*t...