I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back
A ♥♥♥♥♥♥ joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk
And all that ♥♥♥♥ I hear about me losin' is small talk
I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore I don't scare chief
The reason I called you ♥♥♥♥♥ cause you are what you eat, each
Lick it a little closer to the center of a Blow Pop
Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ sho-op
How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while
You're smilin backstage doin' your mother, ugh, doggystyle
I'm wild, raw, a ♥♥♥♥♥ and still suave
Check out this style that I've
Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky
Semi-social, never seem sloppy
See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers
Straps slammin stouch, smackin this mass is savvy
We see so-so-songs and some shots, so
Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo
Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin'
Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system
Smoke the joker, three times over
And owe her, go with the flow
Or I'm about to yoke a joker




"Well, when I was a little guy, I always wanted to go up into space, be a spaceman. But you gotta be able to see really f****n' good to do that job. Some guy would take one look at me and say...'uhhh, sorry sir, you gotta be able to see a little better than that.' I don't give a f***k."
Space is the final frontier, and for Bubbles, it was his dream. Unfortunately, being an astronaut is really difficult if you don't have good eyesight, and that deterred our favorite Sunnyvale Trailer Park resident. Bubbles opened up about his failed aspirations after he missed out on getting the assistant supervisor position at his trailer park, which he attributes to his vision as well. Maybe one day things will work out for our poor-sighted friend.