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Now check out that big old boy You don't really think we do, we got options But a lot to pop and stop and just watch 'em He's a lot to watch, he probably didn't block 'em Never did take my shirt off in public, think he never had a girl Then he'd jerk off and love it, eating ice cream My thing is I been nightly eating my Cheez Whiz You ain't got all the answers Sway got to Fitbit or pick the chicks to get with Spit quick and I'm fat with a big dick No neck and I never had a picnic Treat 'em like a prostitute like I'm Slick Rick Pig I don't be pigging out with sis away from me I cut his liver out just get away from me You ain't got nothing to say to me Think that you cut me and I'll bleed out gravy It's crazy the way that they view you You think you sexy and flexing and they see right through you Don't look in the mirror, now do you? Cause what you see ain't what you pulled up in I go "Boy I'm thick" Think I'm a pig in a wig while I'm digging your bitch If I start I don't quit You gon' be seeing her leaving and she screaming "Aye Krizz" SongtexteYeah, fat boy lit, talk shit I don't politic with dudes Eat your food, swallow it I don't care about your blue checks I don't follow it And I keep avoiding mirrors Cause it ain't 'bout modeling Watch out I'm already dead Somebody tried to kill me, put the bullets in the bread I ate it up I'm already cold Somebody told me no fingers in the sugar bowl I ate it up Watch what you say Watch what you say Watch what you say I'm all fucked up, aye Fuck the calculator that's counting all of the carbs My counselor said to stop cause it's bound to fuck with my heart I just had a Big Mac, now I'm downing it with a pop No one knows if I don't get no sodium, that's withdrawal I'm a fat fuck I need mayonnaise in a major way Always keep a couple bags of chips on layaway Lost a bunch of weight cause I ate no food And now it's all coming back like deja vu So I hate the fucking mirror and it hates me too But I'm blessed motherfucker, I should say achoo Every buffet lineup, I'm the first they feed Hurts to breath, worst you see when I merk the beat Every Thanksgiving they calling me Turkules It's that bad, I need lap band surgery I'm always going for seconds like certainly And every time I leave the crib I bring desert with me The fuck is the issue I can't seem to kick it I'm so fucking fooled that I can't clean the dishes I swear to God being this fat's my religion I get off the stage and go back in the kitchen Like fuck diabetes I have all the symptoms Merk, put down the burgers I can't they're delicious I tuck in my gut when they asking for pictures Tell shorty come over, we're having a picnic I'm fucking over it Yeah, fat boy lit, talk shit I don't politic with dudes Eat your food, swallow it I don't care about your blue checks I don't follow it And I keep avoiding mirrors Cause it ain't 'bout modeling Watch out I'm already dead Somebody tried to kill me, put the bullets in the bread I ate it up I'm already cold Somebody told me no fingers in the sugar bowl I ate it up Watch what you say Watch what you say Watch what you say I'm all fucked up, aye Aye, bloodshot, you can tell I'm lit You probably think because I'm fat I smell like shit You probably think because I'm big my bitch ain't bad Found out she is, now bitch, your bitchass mad, oh I bet you think you digging for gold Nah bitch cause the sheriff spit shivering cold So froze you would think I spit the shit in the snow On top of that, you should know I'ma hit it and go I'm really smooth, mix me with your ridicule Eat a bag of edibles, bitch that's what I'm finna do I'm all firing up, this shit is killing you A fat boy but I swing dick like I'm a skinny dude Give me some pizza and I'm fucking it up Outside the club getting my dick sucked in a truck Light girls with a thin waist and junk in the trunk And I like my Waffle House smelling covered in chuck Fucking hourglass-shaped models, bottle full of sand, man Meanwhile you fucking a fat girl and a grandam Three girls hit me popping pussy on a handstand And I'm taking all three home, that's a grand slam Yeah, fat boy lit, talk shit I don't politic with dudes Eat your food, swallow it I don't care about your blue checks I don't follow it And I keep avoiding mirrors Cause it ain't 'bout modeling Watch out I'm already dead Somebody tried to kill me, put the bullets in the bread I ate it up I'm already cold Somebody told me no fingers in the sugar bowl I ate it up Watch what you say Watch what you say Watch what you say I'm all fucked up, aye Aus Songtexte Mania