Dookie Songtext
von Robert Raimon Roy

I do thank my parents for their science experiment,
So I apologize if I embarass 'em when I sang:
(Dookie!)
Dookie, dookie, dookie, dookie, dookie in this muthafucka!
Bitch, I'm going dookie in this muthafucka!
Now, my philosophy in this bitch, I call it Dookie
And my religion just as stank, think I'll call it Dookie
See, Dookie know what's Dookie—ain't no hyperbole
Or kind of surgery to rearrange the surface, even
Though y'all got some journalists, via publicist, to work your work
It ain't Dookie—it just smell like ass
That Dookie come the hardest That Dookie, that's an artist
That Dookie good, now they call it a colonic
That Dookie management! I don't speak no other
Language but the paradigm change one that I utter
To these muthafuckin' . . . pussies
You can call it dung, but that wouldn't be:
Dookie, dookie, dookie, dookie, dookie in this muthafucka!
Bitch, I'm going dookie in this muthafucka!
Heads up, cause I'm droppin' some shit!
(Repeat x4, chopped & screwed)
Heads up, cause I'm droppin' some shit!