Puccia, ya I see ya.
How could I miss that face, You’ve always been a disgrace
Puccia, Puccia
Puccia Puccia Puccia Puccia Puccia Puccia Puccia john
Puccia, ya I see ya
At the Lyric slingin’ drinks, I bet your eye sockets stink
Puccia
Puccia Puccia Puccia Puccia Puccia Puccia Puccia John
Puccia, ya I see ya
Driving all around the place, Please wipe that pizza off your face.
Puccia, Ya I see ya
You got your greasy emo hair, No showers you don’t care
Puccia
Puccia...Puccia...
I said you look funny Puccia
Always getting more laughs then the mind of Mencia
Oh John Puccia
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