Your Mom's The Mistress Of The Cake Farts

[Guitar solo] [Verse] That sweet sensation Came waddling in my store Looking for some day-olds To make some creeper's dream come true Wearing only a thong bikini With her mud flaps hangin' down Now I'm gonna tell you what she's gonna do [Chorus] She's gonna spread her cheeks apart Cause when she toots it's a work of art I have to tell you, son... Your Mom's the mistress of the cake farts [Verse] I used to be just a baker Now I'm your mom's camera man Lighting up her cake farts For all her inter-net fans But last night she ate chili Now during our latest shoot When she tried to fart it was more than just a toot [Chorus] She Shart....... It was a new kind of art I have to tell you, son... Your Mom's now the mistress of the cake sharts