SOUTH PARK MEXICAN - He's A Bird, He's A Plane lyrics

The Dopehouse, got it snowin' in the summer

Drug runner, fuck the "I'ma gonna wanna"

Fast learner, attack like piranhas

My next big hit's called "Hubba, Hubba, Hubba"

I smoke her cuz I love her

Bought a Danny Glover

Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody Baby Mother

From the gutter diggin' in your trash can

Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your last dance

I came up off the cut, buyin' 'Lacs and trophy trucks

The only thing I sell is submersible products

My all-white Chucks turn a man into dust

You wanna meet the Devil, ha? You in a bad rush

I'ma keep a smile, I was born the crack child

Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles

Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion

Pronounce him dead by four P.M.

Call me Los Kevorkian

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

S-P-M, he's a bird, he's a plane

In Hillwood, we didn't have many choices

I'm hearin' noises, outside I hear voices

The Coys is a family who didn't have much

Except the love of a single Mother's touch

The lust of money, had me slangin' cane and weed

I was first on the block, and last to leave

Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game

Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid Dran...

Lift my name against my pain is used

To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like...

Shit's the same

Born loser, V-12 cruiser

I opened up a store for the common drug user

Thirty-six eggs, come from one chicken

Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven

I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in prison

They go to jail or Hell just because it's free admission

MAN!

Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot

Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox

Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven

Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin

Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it

But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead

Cuz I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship

Wrap a platinum hit, make the police Captain sick

Backstreet legends, the World feel my prescence

I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to Texas

You can keep the Lexus cuz I bought two Benzes

On the microphone I broke you off with one sentence

Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air

They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player

A very rare breed, almost extinct

The way I walk, the way I think,

The shit I wear, the shit I drink,

The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydroponic

When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit

I'm loco, fuck any player hatin' punto

You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no love tan poco

Thanks to Chris for these lyrics