Y'all hear about kids
Eating Tide Pods
I don't know what the deal is
But I'ma find out
I got them Tide Pods
And I think I love the taste
Don't it feel great
When you cannot feel ya face
No sipping on Capri Sun
Them Tide Pods upon my plate
Somebody call 9-1-1
I think I sealed my fate
Psyche! Call the ambulance
I'm having trouble breathing
Something might be wrong
'Cause I ate three, man
Self-supporting Darwin
I envy all my smart friends
Don't need no coddling
I'm just snacking on these pods, man
Popping soap up until
I end up in my coffin
Don't hold your breath
'Cause I'm sure it won't be long, man
I got like three down
You can't understand me now
So I'm falling straight down
To the ground now
Oh, it burns
It burns, call somebody, ooh