rozz dyliams – fat dumb bitch lyrics
[intro: dylan ross]
f+cking pig nose floppy tit fat piece of sh+t b+tch gets no love from me!
(fat b+tch!) (fat b+tch!)
[verse 1: dylan ross]
in+between both coasts (?) as h+ll 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 s+x
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 b+tch is c+cky she got’ get bеat down just like a f+cking hockey puck in hockey
(?) right off of the corner to pick up another (?) jiggle up under the b+tton 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 d+mn 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 f+cking love it
i’ma get the sl+t 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 b+tch out the dwelling and if she start to talking sh+t 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 d+ck l!ck and
droppin’ and poppin’ that p+ssy that’s right and i’m chopping this ‘caine up on your back b+tch with no mirrors so it’s just a bunch of bl++dy slashes
yo i go to all these f+cking hip+hop nights and its the same thing
20 whack artists with their fat b+tch baby mommas in the crowd with their demos tryna hand them out to me
b+tch take your ass to f+cking jenny craig
i don’t need your f+cking outlet store coat wearing stinky ass anywhere near me
plus, b+tch you got a weave your not even black you gotta f+cking take your ass to church or something
f+cking scientology office
f+ckin’ get+get your sh+t evaluated
f+ckin uh get what+what do ya call that um..i don’t know but f+ck all you
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