(Verse 1) Yo, listen up, I got a tale to share, 'Bout a sneaky move called crop dusting in the air, It ain't about planes or fields of green, It's 'bout something sneaky, yeah, if you know what I mean. Walking down the street, feeling kinda bold, Feeling that rumble, starting to unfold, Got that gas building up, gotta let it out, But I ain't stopping, I'm just gonna walk about. (Chorus) Crop dusting, yeah, it's the move of the sly, Passing gas as I stroll on by, Leaving a scent, that's a real masterpiece, Crop dusting, the art of flatulence release. (Verse 2) I step into the room, feeling all cool, But my stomach's growling like a hungry ol' fool, I let one rip, oh, it's silent but deadly, People start sniffing, like they're playing "Guess Who?" Keep on walking, like I own the place, But behind me, there's a lingering trace, It's my little gift, my aroma in the air, Crop dusting king, with a flair. (Chorus) Crop dusting, yeah, it's the move of the sly, Passing gas as I stroll on by, Leaving a scent, that's a real masterpiece, Crop dusting, the art of flatulence release. (Bridge) Some call it rude, some call it crude, But when you gotta go, what you gonna do? I'm just spreading love, in my own unique way, Crop dusting champion, every single day. (Verse 3) So next time you're out, and you feel that breeze, Watch out for the guy with the stealthy stench tease, He'll be walking smooth, with a grin on his face, Leaving a trail, all over the place. (Chorus) Crop dusting, yeah, it's the move of the sly, Passing gas as I stroll on by, Leaving a scent, that's a real masterpiece, Crop dusting, the art of flatulence release. (Outro) Crop dusting, baby, it's an urban art, Leaving my mark with every silent fart, So watch your step, as you roam the streets, You might just catch a whiff of my lyrical feats.
