SOUTH PARK TRAPHOUSE lyrics

[Intro: Acid Souljah]
My aunt smoking meth like she's Kenny's mom
I been selling meth packs, making people act like Kenny's mom
I feel like I'm Towelie, back to back hits off the bong

[Verse 1: XXN1FF]
I took a blue dolphin, so I feel like Kyle's dad
And on top of that, my b*tch is always f*cking mad
Feel like Kenny's dad, 'cause I'm about to beat her ass
I don't give a f*ck, I put her in a garbage bag
Need a b*tch to knock me off, just like Ms. Cartman
I do so much Cocaine that I done f*cked up all my cartilage
Killed that b*tch like Kenny, now she my dearly departed
She my little shawty, she gon' sip Bacardi
Acid Souljah and XXN1FF, we go hunting like Jeff Nimbo
Woah, I'm f*cked up, I meant to say Ned and Jimbo
I don't f*ck with you, you done f*cked up my tempo
So I'ma f*ck your b*tch, I call that ho', "Miss Chokes On di*k"
She gon' choke on di*k, and that sh*t was excellent
Mr. Mackey, I'm like m'kay with the Percocet
b*tch, I'm PC babies, going crazy when I hear that sh*t
Shawty act so weird, so I call her Mr. Garrison

[Verse 2: Acid Souljah]
Yeah, you choking on some di*k like Mr. Garrison
I'm the most swagging, based ass American
I'm the most based person in America
Everybody love me, even terrorists!
Based agenda, b*tch, you know it's hammering
My aunt smoking meth like she's Kenny's mom
I been selling meth packs, making people act like Kenny's mom
I feel like I'm Towelie, back to back hits off the bong
I got to get high, I got to get fried
X pressed pills in my Towelie shoes, so I don't get caught
b*tch, I'm Jimbo, and I'm Ned when I see a cop
They coming right for me, so I got to shoot them down
And these Percs so fake, they can take the ManBearPig down
Tegridy pack, I'm smoking Colorado loud
I keep my circle small, I don't keep no fakes around
I keep my circle small, Kyle, Stan, Cartman, Kenny
I can't let no goofy ass Butters hang with me
I be getting high as f*ck and tripping out just like I'm Kenny
I sold Fent Percs to a dude named Kenneth
When he died his friends were like, "Oh my God, Kenny!"
They calling me a bast*rd while I'm counting up this money
Too much money in my pockets, I can't walk
I need a wheelchair like I'm Timmy
You want to cop a feature, I need about three fifty
I'm kidding, b*tch, I need a f*cking thousand
Me and XXN1FF in the stu', making hits, you know it's astounding