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letra de south park traphouse - xxn1ff & acid souljah

[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
k!lled 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 d-ck”
she gon’ choke on d-ck, 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 d-ck 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 [?] 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 b-tters 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 b-st-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

- xxn1ff acid souljah

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