Fat Kidz

Yo Fritz, put on a motherfucking beat
That we can shake our motherfucking rolls to
Yo, fat kidz are ya with me?
Put your motherfucking hands high in the air
Let me see your little chubby digit's
It's about to get sweaty in here ya'll
You might want to bring a fan
It ain't easy, being about 250
When you're 15 years old
That's what real life's about

Hey yo, fat people are hard to kidnap
So if you're fat and you're
All in this bitch, then grab your nutsack
Fat bitches, don't feel left out
Cause you can grab one
Of these skinny bitches
And knock her ass out
Chubby love, show a ninja some
Cause this fat motherfucker stay
Ready however they come
A hungry rapper, cannibal lyricist
I got hunks of MC's like you inside my shit
Standing poolside with a t-shirt on
Unless I'm showering or fucking
My clothes stay on
I got double cheeseburgers chasing
Me in my sleep and fine hoes checking me out
But scared to speak
Off the chain, off the scale
I ain't watching no weight
I'm at the barbecue high ass
Hell fixing a plate
XX to the X-L, hit me 3 times
Come correct with my burger and fries
The king sized
"This song is dedicated to all
The fat people world wide, dead or alive
Biggie Smalls, The One Man Gang, Chubb
Rock, Chris Farley, 8 Ball, john Candy
Big Pun, Bam Bam Bigalow, Fred
Bearing, Kevin Smith, E-40, matt Nips
King Kong Bundy, Fat Joe
Blaze Ya Dead Homie, fat Albert
And the Fat Boys
And Grimace monoxide used to be fat"