Rozz Dyliams
Fat Dumb Bitch
[Intro: Dylan Ross]
Fucking pig nose floppy tit fat piece of shit bitch gets no love from me!
(Fat bitch!) (Fat bitch!)

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
In-between both coasts (?) as hell about how you wanna dress and personify yourself
Your a low self esteem lover’s dream get a force fed diet of M&Ms that are only green
Until you got some dirty knees and you know what I mean
Call your best friend over and have a tag team and by that I mean oral sex
I gets them to undress cause I’m swinging it the best (uh!)
The way that I’m swinging the track is so fatal I give it right to you right on the kitchen table and (?)
(?) bust this on your chin, eww
Bukkakе Bukkake and if that bitch is cocky she got’ get bеat down just like a fucking hockey puck in hockey
(?) right off of the corner to pick up another (?) jiggle up under the button fly
Get me a mui tai I can’t believe my eyes for once in life I’m the Casanova fly guy
It's like every time I be flipping it fast I be pulling on hair and be gripping on ass and they losing they back and attacking they ass and cervix with a damn baseball bat
I ain’t a gentleman and I do not gently enter your Indian reservation settlement with my splinter
But I go as deep as one and nuttin' in your eye for fun until it’s running down your mouth and chug it like you fucking love it
I'ma get the slut a nugget when she want it I don't care
As long as I'm there with a passion don’t gotta meet the parents
After the deed I kick the bitch out the dwelling and if she start to talking shit I get to bruising her melon and with an open hand just like a pimp
And tell yo ass to get in the shower you smell like shrimp
With a little soy sauce in the mix and your kind only good for a dick lick and
Droppin' and poppin' that pussy that's right and I'm chopping this 'caine up on your back bitch with no mirrors so it's just a bunch of bloody slashes

Yo I go to all these fucking hip-hop nights and its the same thing
20 whack artists with their fat bitch baby mommas in the crowd with their demos tryna hand them out to me
Bitch take your ass to fucking Jenny Craig
I don't need your fucking outlet store coat wearing stinky ass anywhere near me
Plus, bitch you got a weave your not even black you gotta fucking take your ass to church or something
Fucking Scientology office
Fuckin' get-get your shit evaluated
Fuckin uh get what-what do ya call that um..I don't know but fuck all you