[Hook: MAK]
Fat boy and they laughin
Then they askin
Fat boy who is you and why you rappin
HA ha HA ha
[Verse 1]
And the laughs on you, HAAA
I mean the jokes on you, HAA
Now let me tell'em what I do I bacon down until they chew
They never gettin' through I knew they wouldn't make it to flu
I get sick when I eat too many rappers then they back up
They actions are speakin' louder of course they get devoured
Wouldn't want the shark to prowl up burger pattie to pile up
I think you need a salad proves the sauce's stylin'
Put a mile in it if your runnin ya mouth
I have you lookin' like you cut yourself short with a fork
A plate pork when at war and have your health ate out
You wouldn't make if to the door if your self played out
And now your takin' it in I stay fitted to win
My clothes extra big the so s**y wit
So lets begin this the appetizer
Homie get in line if you had your rhymes up
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Leave it alone, its like cholesterol
The best of all bet you catch the fall
Big City tall but the jeans are too small
Can't you tell I'm for sell with the swell in my draws
And the eat is too called for, may be you should ball more
Baby we can do it what we want its the all lord
With all the lore my pants are too sore
Walk around like I didn't have it before
Look at me now I'm Big in a cloud
I'm Punnin' the game like Joey get down
Seemin' the same, like there's babies around
And all of'em mine, she's big as me now
Look at her shine bout as wide as time
If shes on the other side, I'm makin good with mine
I don't take no breaks or kit kats to get atcha'
Funny how things patch up doin my swing latch'a
Get on minutes after stage meets disaster
I snack on mics just to let them breathe
And my last meal tonight is a pile of beats
I think of you everytime I eat
To remind myself where I'd rather be