Video South Park Traphouse de Acid Souljah 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Acid Souljah - 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 bitch is always fucking mad
Feel like Kenny's dad, 'cause I'm about to beat her ass
I don't give a fuck, I put her in a garbage bag
Need a bitch to knock me off, just like Ms. Cartman
I do so much Cocaine that I done fucked up all my cartilage
Killed that bitch 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 fucked up, I meant to say Ned and Jimbo
I don't fuck with you, you done fucked up my tempo
So I'ma fuck your bitch, I call that ho', "Miss Chokes On Dick"
She gon' choke on dick, and that shit was excellent
Mr. Mackey, I'm like m'kay with the Percocet
Bitch, I'm PC babies, going crazy when I hear that shit
Shawty act so weird, so I call her Mr. Garrison

[Verse 2: Acid Souljah]
Yeah, you choking on some dick 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, bitch, 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
Bitch, 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 fuck 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 bastard 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, bitch, I need a fucking thousand
Me and XXN1FF in the stu', making hits, you know it's astounding