out. What a happy end!Americans and Canadians are friends again.So let's all join hands and knock oppression down! Chior: Good Lordy, I'm found! Stan,
I'M SUPER!Thanks for asking All things considered I couldn't be better I must say Im feeling super No nothin bugs me Everything
be such a little wuss! Officer Barbrady: Fruitcake! Cartman: Bitch. Wendy: No, I'm not acting like a freak! Cartman: Well I was standing out in a field and I
we ride together we're gonna kill some shit... [Verse 1] I got my mind made up, I'm strapped and I'm riddin high West Side till I die, money multiplied
say yeah, say yeah, say yeah babe C'mon I like to.... Say yeah, yeah, yeah, Sure yeah I'm gonna climb into your cockpit, I'm gonna get those rockets
fat stupid b- Kyle: Don't say it Cartman! Cartman: WEEEEELLLLL Kyle: Don't do it Cartman! cartman: WEEELLLLLL Kyle: I'm warning you! Cartman: Ok ok Kyle: I'm
Well it's the M I crooked letter comin' around the South Rollin' straight hammers and vogues in that old Southern slouch Please, ain't nothin' but incense
and P finessin' tracks up on the tape We stuck in Queens and I'm not tryin' to escape Yo I'm havin' cess, drinkin', I'm kickin' raps and Emceein L B for
on a hype now, I see you doin' quite alright I see your video da other night how did he get a record deal Chattin' like he's super-real, I see you roam
dum did I did I get dumb I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass I'ma get a glass and than pull up some rasp
light green til I turn dark blue, I'm through, need not to do what I do, Yay Deep only fuck wit a few. (*E-40*) But if I hit rock bottom an lose
I might be a fuck but I ain?t no fool I just rode from South Park to Golda Cuz Kyle?s mom is trippin of X, so I rolled her Then I sold her, cuz I?m like
I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a
I'm a balla, nigga I told you that, If I ain't ridin green then I'm rollin lac, I'm from the Clover, I'm a Soldier I write rhymes in my folder, Hell
to 5 I'm a stay indepedent I aint gon' sign with Jive I'm eatin fettucini ya'll eatin fries like R.Kelly I wish I could fly I'm a 18 year old C-E-O my
(Big Boi) Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the south Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch Please ain't nothin
rumble Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most killers humble But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your office like Bin-Laden We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm heartless I'm
out with you! [Kyle:] aw mom, he's not even my real brother! He's adopted! [Sheila:] Do as I say Kyle! [Kyle:] OK, OK, I'm sorry! [Sheila:] Look at those