*Elmo sings his favorite song*

I’m stickin’ ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick,
ain’t that some shit?
Am I hard hard core?
Harder than the Plymouth
It ain’t no myth,
it’s a fella with a spliff
And a chrome four-fifth
pressed on ya back
So what you want, fella?
How you wanna act?
I hope civilized
cause I love to see fellas die
Brains all leakin’
out on the street
And the pastor preaching,
“He was a good man.”
Played the bad man
when the burner was in his hand
Now he’s singin’ sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head,
bout six cross the pelvis
You fuck with the high guy, ya die
Yeah the same motherfucker yelling,
“Look up in the sky!”
I’m on some old neck shit,
Suplex shit
Hardcore sex shit,
and Tec shit

What you want, fella?