Story Behind The Song

I can't even begin to explain where the idea popped up from man. From the times I used to be on the A train in Brooklyn sittin near bums, to the times I was playin B-ball and somebody forgot to rock their deoderant, I guess 'The P-U Song' is a plethora of those situations formulated into a street anthem. Holla.

Song Description

This song is an anthem for anybody that know somebody else that got a foul odor and don't like to washup.

Lyrics

The P-U Song by Nekron Buchanan (aka Psycho Seed)

Intro: (Bitchin' Granny) I thought I told you not to bring that stank hoochie in my hooooouuuuussssseee!!!

Verse 1 (Psycho Seed): Good gracious child, you the worst thing I ever smelled
Teeth yellow like my lil' cousin's underwear
You got the funk that'll slow speed stick
Breath kicking more than a Bruce Lee flick
Holy halitosis, when you speak I can't focus
When I pet your hair, all I see is black roaches
Can't stand a funky chick up in my room
Yo, I rather have a dusty chick cooking my food
And you know smell raw scared to lift their arms
Washin' the draws and the shit stay on
Brown stains and yellow grains over the briefs
Stench like boiled cabbage, mold on their teeth
In the bath, rings around the tub, DUH!!!!!
No matter how hard you scrub, it ain't goin nowhere
Next time they wanna wash up, get some payback
Give 'em Brillo with a can full of Ajax, WHOA!!!

Chorus x1: Da Da Da Da Da--P-U!!!!! (in unison with the melody of the music)
Da Da Da Da Da--You Stink!!!!!!
Da Da Da Da Da; Da Da Da Da Da;
Da Da Da Da Da--You Stink!!!!!!

Verse 2: Whew!!! Damn, I think I smells me a skunk
Oh my bad son, that's your girl in the truck
Now wait a minute, I ain't trying to fight (Nah!)
From my eyesight, it looks like your broad
hot just like dynamite
I meant she look like she got hit with dynamite
She got gaps, buckteeth she where I'm getting right
And from this angle, she got a bangin' fatty
But too bad her chest sag, and she don't
change her panties!!!!!

Chorus x2

Verse 3: I'm tired of seeing all this gook and grime
That's why I tell it all in these Brooklyn rhymes
Toe jams and corns, bunyons and warts
Chicks with bad weaves, put it under the torch
Cats with tootsie rolls in their ear canal
So when they give a pound, you're smeared in brown
Nasty, gushy stuff but don't give it to me
What smells better than you, piss on the tree
If I take one sniff, then I'm risking to bleed
If I wear a gas mask, it ain't different to me
Yo, here's a bar of soap son, listen to me
Bend over, open your cheeks and scrub till you bleed
Don't care if your guts fall outta your butt
Get rid of the stench and you can chill in the cut
Ya stink, ya filthy, you smell like a horse
You could take a whole city and leave them pale like a corpse
But dont feel offended, just letting you know
That's it's not ok to smell like BO
Just like a jumpshot banked with glass
Seed dunking the disses on your little stank ass

Chorus x2

If you dont stink, put it up, put it up (x3)
If you dont stink, dont be scured to put it up
If you dont stink, put it up, put it up (x3)
If you stink, yo PUT IT DOWN RIGHT NOW!!!