Obese woman: 400 lbs. Too many Twinkies, she's trapped in her house Stuffing her face with deliveries from town Her ungodly appearance makes many dicks frown
She eats enough food to feed an entire family Couch sores on her skin must be peeled daily
Daytime talk shows and Parliament cigarettes Welfare and disability checks pay the rent She admires the lifestyles of the rich and famous Yet she lives the lifestyle of the obese and heinous
She eats enough food to feed an entire family Couch sores on her skin must be peeled daily Fused to her sofa by rotten flesh gravy Tube-tied to oxygen because she's too fucking lazy
Late at night she passes out with a cigarette While watching reruns of Cheers The cherry falls down and hits the shag carpet And everything goes Bad News Bears
Flames flow like water, the curtains ablaze Knick-knacks, midnight snacks melt within the haze Floral print coffin lights up like a match Wood panel walls melt to the white trash The rafters give way, mashing the spud Fiery embers are boiling her blood Dying eyes locked onto the TV set Obese woman now charred human sludge
The rafters give way, mashing the spud Melting like salt snowing on slugs Her final screams muffled by molten lard The scent of her flesh attracts ravenous ‘tards Hunger pangs tear at her jellyrolls Fat cells drip out from various holes BB(W)Q, no blood left to spill The tables have turned now that you're on the grill
Fire consumes the oxygen tank Metal heats fast, peeling the paint Morphed from couchdaver to gelatinous blob Propelled by gas and cheap alcohol She blasts through air like jiggly napalm Like Santa's sleigh attached to an A-bomb Splitting to pieces like a falling star Into kiddie pools full of famished retards
Mongoloids swarm and target their stew Devouring chunks whole, struggling to chew Hording leftovers in their bathing suits Morbid hunger sated by fat fuck barbecueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
