Abacus Gets Schooled

Hey Anastasia! Here comes Abacus! Keep playing, I’m gonna school him!

School him?

Good afternoon, Carl.

It’s crusty butt Abacus

With his pudgy beer belly

What is that funk?

He smells like R. Kelly

He drives like a drunk

Running over pedestrians

He wouldn’t even notice

Some making-out lesbians

I… I don’t want to play no more.

You don’t gotta!

He ponders some breakfast

Eggs give him the shits

So he adds milk to his oatmeal

With his leaky man tits

…Shuffle…

…Shuffle…

What’s in his beard?

What is that streak?

It’s brown and it’s chunky

It’s been there all week

My beard?

I’m raising my finger

Are you seeing this digit?

Do I need to get closer?

You nearsighted midget

All I need is a mic!

Carl meets up with furries

Without hesitation

He’s doing it doggy style

Dressed like a Dalmatian

Shut up!

One time at McDonald’s

A thought I despise

Carl ate up six Big Macs

And shit in his Levi’s

This gnome is so poor

A white trash trend-setter

The only cheese that he has

Is when he cuts cheddar

Grab!

He pees in the shower

He doesn’t have class

He says he likes science?

He can study my ass

Why so much animosity, Carl?

If he was a car

He’d be a Kia

If he was a liquid

He’d be diarrhea