South Park Mexicans (SPM) I Must Be High Lyrics
            I'm d___ed if I do and d___ed if I don't
            Holla f___ the world with my chest full of smoke
            I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
            Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas
            The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess
            You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
            I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines
            Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses
            Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
            Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
            Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco
            It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
            TV screens, margarita machines with street marines
            Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
            If it means anything this for all my G's
            I'm in jail cause I forgot my f___ing ABC's
            Another DWI, drunk and f___ing high
            I'll be out before the m_________ing sun can touch the sky
            They call me young Thurston Howell the Third
            And that's my word
            I'm a swang, I'm a swerve
            I'm a park and scrape the curve
        
            [Chorus: repeat 2X]
            Why when I'm not high does my life
            Feel like it's missing something
            I know that I must be high
            So that I can function
        
            I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious
            No matter where I go I meet a bunch of h____ b____es
            Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
            f___ em so good they wake up and wash dishes
            The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
            No French kisses and no hippopotamuses
            I'm picky, if you strictly d___ly, you can't get with me
            As I represent Houston like the d___ Whitney
            I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em
            Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet em
            Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
            Peace to Happareli and my n____ John Freddy
            My drink is thick as jelly, I love my s___ muddy
            Four of us in this b____ and we gonna do them boys ugly
            Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle
            Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle
        
            [Chorus]
        
            I walks in the club, a grabbing on my d___
            As the police officers patting down my click
            They say my bandana breaks the dress code
            Every fine f___ing b____ I see is my ex ho
            I'm hogging and I'm d_____g creeping and I'm crawling
            Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in
            Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what
            Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
            Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land
            Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
            The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling
            Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin
            Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
            Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my n____
            Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
            I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'
        
            [Chorus]
        
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