This is a song about "Obese stinky charles"

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

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

To my homie charles bronson cause we been through thick and thin

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

Crazy like charles manson, ride around with me you better hope your seatbelts

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends