PSA

[Intro:]

Ricky Shabazz... I hate you

I hate you

Yeah!

Let's Go...

[Rap:]

If it ain't about boobies, then I ain't part of that

Rocksmith wear, Louis belts, and starter caps

I be from where spaceships come, where craters are, where Martians at

"Screw you guys, I'm going home"

I'm Eric Cartman

When I'm chillin' in a hoopty

Rolling like the finest

Address me as your Highness

Boy I'm sicker than a sinus

When I'm reclinin'

Kind of fine with the fact that I'm ridin' peaceful

Timeless as time goes by

When it's empty I get a refill

What's the deal with you?

Sorry, what's the deal with me?

Shinin' like a silver peace

Hot girls wanna chill with D

But they only like me for my bill

Like they're Hilary

I Hit a chick like Giggity

'Till she's killed, like her chivalry

Haters threat and groom me please

Your something like my bill receipts

Over due

Sorry dude, I'm up in little Italy

Swerbin' up spaghetti

With Sicilians that be in to me

Cause, I'm so decorated and lit up, Mr.Christmas-Tree

And everytime I hit the beat

I'm something like a legend, gah

Call me Mr.Pryde

Address me as the upper echelon

And every time I mess a song

I wreck with any texter phone

I call any instrumental, my PS aresison

So, I'm gettin' on

So timeless

I kill it by the summer

While you stupid teeny-boppers

Always live your life on Tumblr

Sucka

Now bring that fat butt back

And baby let me put a flag on that... (put a flag on that)

Flagship