This is a song about "Chubby indian boy"

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And take place looking boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Feel free if your indian we won't chase you away

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

I'm gonna strike you with black led, watch your body turn indian red,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead