Aiyyo, I know this dude right
Carl, he wore tight blue sweats but wasn't glued too tight
All he had upstairs was a [bad word] light
You think that's weird? He lived next door to a food fight
Howdy Danger, much obliged for the beat God
Even though you still eat lard, by the Meatwad
Mesquite charred, speakin of which or who
Voice all squeaky like they tuned it up a pitch or two
cuhnk of burned up witch's brew, get your crew
See if they can't get pat the stench of the stew
It stank like a septic tank full of big poo
He mostly only turned into a frank or a igloo
Switch your view to the brother with the fried dreads
Not to be confused with the incense selling thai heads
His name rhymes with Mike [bad word] You could call him livewire, eye sockets, Frylock
Able to shoot electricity through his eyeballs
And blast all through your single sided brick and drywall
More interesting than professional wrestling
When he's online, you can find him on Instant Pestering
What's up with your boy? He's not a soft or hot drink
Whoever don't like it could suck his straw, it's hot pink
On some junk like Gucci on a classy ho
Might splash you in the face with nuclear pistachio
Make a fast break, or that'll be the last mistake
That [bad word] ll make is what you get for messin with Master Shake
Look out, don't block the screen son, lunge across
Tryin' to watch [Adult Swim], "Aqua Teen Hunger Force!"
Rock this cult hymn, sock your mean younger boss
Psht - [Adult Swim], "Aqua Teen Hunger Force!"
He often wondered, should he get the logo tatted to his woody?
He could be "#1 in the hood, G!", easily...

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Йоу, я знаю, этот чувак прав,
Карл, он был вечно в синем поту, он не был хорошо склеен.
Он был наверху как сырой свет,
Думаешь, что это странно? Его соседями были Пищеборцы,
Привет, Опасность, благодарю тебя за бьющего Бога,
Даже если ты до сих пор жрешь сало от Митвада.
Обугленный мескит, разговоры о том, кто есть кто...
Скрипучий голос, будто он хреново настроен.
Чанк из сгоревшего ведьминого варева...
Смотри, если они не получат патент на тушеную хрень.
Она воняет, как септик, полный вони.
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