Fat Dumb b*tch 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 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 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 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 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 di*k lick and
Droppin' and poppin' that pus*y 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 bloody 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