Excellent Who wants to be this guy? Reflections Of Color : Fat Ass by Brett Matthew West

Fat Ass Fat Ass. Fat Ass Eating all the time They could land a jet plane on your behind You waddle down the hallway But can't squeeze through the door You don't care You'll eat food right off the floor Fat Ass. Fat Ass Feeding your fat face Once had a lover but she needed space Far away from the danger You always were to her A knife in one hand Fork in the other Fat Ass. Fat Ass Why can't you see Your girth ain't never gonna set you free Not when feeding your fat face Remains your only fear Diet's a word You never want to hear Fat Ass. Fat Ass Eating three square meals just for breakfast and it ain't cereal Ravenously feasting all day long Packing on the pounds Ten a minute will make you nice and round Fat Ass. Fat Ass Don't you sit on me Should be two hundred Not a thousand-three A piano will be your coffin There is no doubt. unless of course you eat your way out. Fat Ass. Fat Ass Eating all the time They could land a jet plane On your behind Recognized Author Notes Thanks pattigirl for the use of your picture. Goes so well with my poem.

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