Fat Funk

I dont like fat what d'you think about that,

Does it make you mad should I take it back.

They get in my way! and slow the world down,

Oh what's that there its a cake you found.

Stuffin their holes all they do is grow

I can smell the mould coming from your folds!

Call me a fattist and yes that is my status,

Try to understand that food ain't mathematics.

Your such a fat fuck can't you just adjust,

Your belt from a bigger size to a better life.

You got twelve butts your turds can't be flushed,

hands off my fries oh who ate all the pies.

You're overweight you look a state,

Is this your fait or your resting place.

Look at your size cant trust my eyes,

How do your ankles hold your thighs.

You're overweight you look a state,

Is this your fait or your resting place.

Look at your size cant trust my eyes,

How do your ankles hold your thighs.

This food this food is your heroin,

You look like a fat fuckin American.

With your fuckin fat waist,

Get the fuck out my face. "Yeah!"

Fuck you you fucking fat cunt,

Let's see what you got for lunch.

Eat one banana not the whole bunch,

All you do is fucking munch.

You fuckin little fat fuck what you gonna do, you cant catch me i'll run circles round you.

Can't believe you ate the whole fuckin pig,

You got so big you can't see your dick!

"Get out my way! Get out my way!"

"Get out my way! Get out my way!"

"Yes you, ya fuckin fat fuck!"

You take up the whole space,

I cant see this place for your fat waist.

You just take and take,

Take and take,

To fill up your face.

You look like a whale,

You move like a snail.

I can hear you inhale,

You break all the scales.

I feel sorry for your legs,

You got more rolls than Greg's!

But what do you expect,

When you're half way dead!

"Get out my way! Get out my way!"

"Get out my way! Get out my way!"

"Yes you, ya fuckin fat fuck"

"Yes you, ya fuckin fat fuck"