Lyrics:
South Park Uncle Fucka

going on here? (farting noises) People: OOOoooooooooooooh Fucker fucker uncle fucka uncle fucka fucka fucka fucka T & P: Shut your fucking face uncle fucka (Terrance: uncle fucka

I might go to hell 'cause I'm down with Esham Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy Then I hit him in the head with a Billy Willy, Willy, watch your mouth And fuck the south

go to Hell 'cuz I'm down with Esham Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy Then I hit him in the head with a Billy Willy, Willy, watch your mouth And fuck the south

blows, come out dem clothes hoe Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, southern offender Fuckin' up

ratted kid Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South

and snitches get along 'cause they squeal Chorus (2x) 3,2,1 <sounds of door closing in prison> (inmate) South park mexican, what the fuck? &

fuck your uncle all day long! FUcka Fucka, Uncle fucka uncle fucka uncle fucka.. shut your fucking face uncle fucka.. you're a boner biting bastard uncle fucka

to standing out Los Angeles Cabanas or Atlanta South Watchin' whole show Embarrassed to pull my camera out And my mother embarrassed To pull my Phantom out So I park

fucking face, uncle fucka You're a boner-biting bastard, uncle fucka [TERRANCE:] Looks like we may be out of luck! [PHILLIP:] Tomorrow night, we're pretty fucked