Cody’s Sick Beat

• By Cali Shaye
• Synthetic Marijuana
• 14 years ago
• 1

Lyrics: Yo Cody Pyle owner of the Pyle van Drivin’ round town like your the man And now you’ve got a red car and it’s pretty sweet But not as sweet as this sick beat! You play the tuba like a pro Walkin’ through your garden, Watch out for that hoe! Ohhhhhhh! Takin’ a nap on your starry bed sheets Just dreamin’ about these sick beats! From a mile away you hear a dinosaur noise It’s coming from Cody shopping at Bad Boys Playing video games, he’s pretty L33t But not as L33t as this sick beat! Cody Pyle… Mfkbblevnascnalcana… Mfenfasvnaankefakejvfsss Mfmeigksdmvorjfablahh asfnmnilfrifjafmadfsmaa Cody…Pyle…. 1! 2! 3! 4! A lot of fake weed you be buyin Oh my god! There goes Brian! A bag of oreo cookies Cody likes to eat, While he listens to this sick beat! You’re real names Dakota, But everybody call you calls you Cody- Cody Cody Cody Cody Cody Cody Walkin’ Around on Chestnut street, hearin’ the echo of this sick beat! You’ll find him working at Traditions of Hershey, Serving old people drinks when they get thirsty. When you walk in his room, take a seat And while your at it, check out this sweet beat! It’s the end of the song, we’re gonna go take 5 Oh and Cody… don’t drink and drive.