K 9 6 9
A song that’s so bad it’s good. It’s like a dog threw up on your shoes and then said ‘6 9’ in a whisper.
I played it in my car and my dog started dancing like it was in a music video.
My neighbor blasted it at 2 AM and I had to scream at him.
I texted my brother ‘K 9 6 9’ and he asked if I was high.