Stank

(Intro – Breaking the Fourth Wall, Disgusted Reactions, Funky Groove with a Nasty Bassline) (Soft inhale, then another… sudden gag.) Sniff, sniff… (ugh, hold up—what is that smell?!) No, for real—y’all smell that too? Something sour, something rank, Who let this funk up in my space?! (Verse 1 – The Stench Takes Over, Funky Beat, Nasty Horns) Air so thick, I can’t escape, It’s stickin’ to my skin like a bad mistake. Feet so foul, breath so strong, That odor been marinating all day long. Soap’s too far, deodorant’s lost, This man been duckin’ hygiene at any cost. Shirt so crusty, hair so wild, My nose just threw in the towel… (Pre-Chorus – The Smell Gets Worse, Vocal Layers, Dramatic Build-Up) (Deep inhale, gagging, exaggerated cough.) Mmm… (oh NO) it’s right here, it’s everywhere, It hit my face—I wasn’t prepared… (Chorus – The Funk Won’t Quit, Big Harmonies, Over-the-Top Reactions) Oh, I smell it, I hate it, it’s outta control, Like gym socks, onions, and something unknown. Old heat, slow reek, burnin’ my eyes, One little whiff and I might just die! (Verse 2 – The Close Encounter, More Funky Grooves, Disgusting Detail) Lord, he walked by, air turned thick, I swear I just heard my nostrils click. That ain’t cologne, that ain’t no spice, That’s ten years of bad advice! Armpits raw, stank so deep, Even Febreze packed up to leave. Somebody, please, save my soul, Or hand this man a bar of soap! (Pre-Chorus – The Funk Attacks, Soulful Screams, Dramatic Build-Up) (Sniff, sniff… sudden retching noise.) Mmm… (oh NO) it’s right here, it’s everywhere, It’s in my clothes, it’s in my hair… (Chorus – The Ultimate Breakdown, Funky Horn Stabs, Over-the-Top Wailing Vocals) Oh, I smell it, I hate it, it’s outta control, Like gym socks, onions, and something unknown. Old heat, slow reek, burnin’ my eyes, One little whiff and I might just die! (Bridge – Breaking the Fourth Wall Again, Spoken Word with Funky Guitar Licks) Wait, wait… y’all, who let him in?! Who told him this was okay?! Somebody—anybody—get a hose, Or call the National Guard… we need backup!! (Outro – The Smell Lingers, Smooth Groove Fading Out with Dramatic Warnings) (One last slow inhale, dramatic gag, then exhale with relief.) Mmm… (ugh, NO) it’s stickin’ to me, I can’t get free, The funk won’t quit, Lord, let me breathe! Tomorrow I’ll run, I’ll hide if I can, But this smell’s forever—WHO IS THIS MAN?! (Fade out with fake coughing, dramatic wails, and funky horns grooving out.)