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