Tim's fat ass

Down the street lives a fat-ass slob, name’s Tim,

Sweaty gut hangin' over his belt like a rim.

Nothin' better to do than creep and spy,

Standin' at the end of my driveway, camera high.

Snap, snap, click-click, takin' pics like a perv,

While his wife’s inside cryin', nerves on the curve.

I warned his ass once, twice, then three,

Next thing you know that hammer found his knee.

BAM! He ran like a bitch back to his cave,

Locked the doors, now his family’s his slave.

Chorus

Tim’s a fat pig, peepin' Tom supreme,

Suckin' on that glass pipe, livin' in a dream.

Hidin' with his wife and dog held tight,

While I blast the radio all damn night!

You wolfed all that shit your ass can’t cash,

Now you cryin' for a order, talkin' trash.

Fat slob, fat slob, get the fuck out my face,

Your restraining order’s gettin' laughed out of place!

Verse 2

Behind closed doors it’s meth clouds and screams,

Wife lookin' dead-eyed, dog in bad dreams.

You a hostage-takin' coward, scared of daylight,

Glass pipe glowin' like your future’s black and white.

Neighbor crankin' bass, windows rattlin' the block,

You peek through the blinds, too pussy to knock.

Took one pic too many, thought you was hard,

Now your fat ass limpin' from that hammer yard.

Chorus

Tim’s a fat pig, peepin' Tom supreme,

Suckin' on that glass pipe, livin' in a dream.

Hidin' with his wife and dog held tight,

While I blast the radio all damn night!

You wolfed all that shit your ass can’t cash,

Now you cryin' for a order, talkin' trash.

Fat slob, fat slob, get the fuck out my face,

Your restraining order’s gettin' laughed out of place!

Verse 3

Court day roll up, you drivin' like a clown,

Slamming on them brakes, makin' everybody late, slowin' the town.

Waddle in the courtroom, sweatin' like a hog in heat,

Stand before the judge: “I don’t know what’s goin’ on, Your Honor, I’m sweet!”

Stupid act, dumb face, playin' the fool,

But everybody know you broke every rule.

Hammer to the knee, pipe to the lip,

Wife and dog prayin' for a better trip.

Your pics and your lies and your hostage game,

All comin' back to put your fat ass to shame.

Bridge

Cuz words for a cuz boy – you a worthless sack,

Peepin' on real men while you smoke that crack.

Hammer’s still swingin' in my memory,

Next time it’s your head if you fuck with me.

Final Chorus (louder, crowd yelling)

Tim’s a fat pig, peepin' Tom supreme!

Suckin' on that glass pipe, livin' in a scream!

Hidin' with his hostages, scared of the light,

While the whole block laughs at your sorry sight!

You wolfed all that shit your ass can’t cash,

Restraining order denied – now kiss my ass!

Fat slob, fat slob, crawl back in your hole,

Stay the fuck away or lose more than your soul!