This is a song about "Eric cartman"

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

He's not superman, he's eric bischoff playing the jester

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

Eric heiden skating toe game playing chess while he lappin