Choda Chowda

Hey
I thought that you were eating some choda chowda
Think I can have a nibble?

The special of the day
Is choda chowda
It's air dried
And served as a powder

I'll blow my load into your soup
Snort it or drink it
It doesn't really matter
Snort it or drink it
It doesn't really matter
Just eat my choda chowda

What the fuck was that?

That was me blasting my load
In your fucking face
I'm called the King of Bukakke
All over the place
I'm called the King of Bukakke
All over the place

Come to my bistro
And I'll cum in your soup

Welcome to my bistro
I seen you through the window
Picking your nose
And lookin' inside
Craving
Some choda and fries
Craving
Some choda and fries

Aoowuhuhuh
Think I can have a nibble?

The special of the day
Is choda chowda
It's air dried
And served as a powder
Aoowuhuhuh

I'll blow my load
Into your soup
Snort it or drink it
It doesn't really matter
Just eat my choda chowda
Just eat my choda chowda
Just eat my choda chowda
Just eat my choda chowda

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Credits
Writer(s): Mark Howitt
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