This is some kind of love song I can't find the words, I was born wrong Girl, I've been trying for so long This is some kind of love song I'd like to
Never took the time to explain myself But keepin' it real is somethin' I can't help I know some real women, I know some real hoes And male-bashing songs
Kenny! Kyle: You bastards! Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Mr.Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you? Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Kyle: Say some
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
Kenny! Kyle: You bastards! Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Mr. Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you? Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Kyle: Say some
there's a freak deep inside have no shame, no need to hide Why do you keep on blushin? get it on Like a slut she, she must be, Kind of tipsy on this crystal
brushed my beard Rewound some tapes of some Def Jam tunes As I waited for this freak to ring my bell at noon 12 o'clock came, left the door crack The freak
