tired of this damn house, naggin bitches and whiney little snitches
two little witches that seem to have put a spell on me
jesus help me I can't even see, how can this be
how can I lose all my faith, one day then the next
all types of shit after another, fuck I wish I had a brother
or wait..maybe an older sister, so I could hit on her little hottie friends
but it's not like I'd have a chance accordin to this bitch of a friend
ahmen to that brother, mother please tell me another story
I love hearing about your past years, or ramble about shit I don't wanna hear
please inform about another bitches welfare and how it ain't fair
how you work and try so hard to find another better trusting job
then you got this fat whore with a little twig of a husband who do nothing
but sit on there asses all day and earn money gettin paid doin nothin but lay
shit I don't know how they have three kids, this bitch is so fat you wouldn't believe
if you saw her husband, trust me you'd think she'd crush him, hahaha
enough about that, damn Mrs. Fat ass herself just walked in the house
I try to minimize the sceen but I can't it freezes, she reads
oh shit, this isn't about you, no please don't, believe me jeeze
she screams "why you writing this about me, little shit"
she flips one of her flabs of fat over my head, strangling me to death
I try to feel around for something to stab her with, finds a knife and jabs it in
but it don't work, shit wut does this fat turd eat for dessert
now I'm on my last breath, got my hands bleeding to death
at the last second she pulls back choking on some meat
I think to myself "hey maybe if I full her up with food and shit to eat,
she'll build up into an enormous mound of fat, I can roll her out the door
stick a pin in her and watch her explode" guess what my plan worked
I sit back on my chiar as a rain full of guts, lefterover viva puffs
and a hand full of sticky stuff fall in my hair, shit you should have bin there