Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat That paint got your ass gettin' fat fat Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat
Na, na, na na na na, get up! (mumbling) Freak y'all, (i'm gonna peak y'all?) (mumbling) I've seen the devil and the devil is coke I'm not down with
head Yeah i'm falling down I can't feel my legs I'm on my way to a better place Fat City juiced up an' ready Fat City I'm already gone Fat City juiced
on chewing the fat Yeah yeah Honey you know where it's at tonight Yeah chewin' the fat Keep on chewin' the fat Keep on chewin' the fat Keep on chewin' the fat
(feat. Mr. Lif) [Akrobtik] Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah It like we could do like a series of those things anyways.. Fat Shit part 2, Like Fat Shit
to But there's something that I could use To help me deal with this abuse If French fries were fat free And you still love me If French fries were fat
Yo, 5h du mat, j'ai vu les sorties de boites A voir les frissons de "onfs" En en voyant qui se demontent tristement Substances cheloues, champignons
labo photo, on ne fait pas des hits en une heure, petit On a pris le temps de faire, c'est sur Un disque bien fat, c'est dur Au moins on reste les memes
gogo Alliance kiffe ca, absorbe ca Pro du clando, pro du style fissa-fissa {au Refrain} Yeah,Ah L'Alliance no limites yo Hein? et on dit quoi? Fat come
he never gets fed [Chorus] He's just a fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat A fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat A fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, little
rebekah is dumb-she's fat and she's gross [x2] with a bagel,sandwich,ramirez,guy lombardo rebekah is dumb-she's fat and she's gross [x2]
programs You have no more forces to scratch yourself Fat, dirty and repulsive Pig, stupid and ill-bred Despicable creature, where's your marality? Fat
I add it up I count it out Consider all the figures To realize that I?ve been cheated I?ve seen their clothes I?ve seen their cars I?ve stepped in park
[Jeff Jockwell] Jeff Jockwell and you're tuning into WBRK Brick 169 We're about to get into the newest release from The Arsonists For your listening
You gotta spin the fucking treadle... In a pile of days between no oceans All the kids are rioting There's no art in a broken head All the kids are staying fat
watch your step the fat cats factory pet watching you with his paper and pen taking notes every now and then your shackled to the factory floor your just fat
go fat boy, go fat boy, go, go fat boy, go fat boy, go I say go fat boy, go fat boy, go, go fat boy, go fat boy, go I say go fat boy, go fat boy, go,
I wonder how you'd feel in daylight A million miles of memphis skin A heart from here to eternity And all that meat to keep it in Whatever makes your
