| Whatcha Sayin� Now? (Clean Version) By: SYRE Oink oink, gobble gobble, what the heck is that?! That�s just a fat, mother eater named Matt I wasn�t gon� say nothin�, but since y�all wanna talk smack I�ma leave y�all freaks with a full-blown attack! Matt is so fat, the definition fails him When he walks into a sumo ring, the crowd just HAILS him! I got an idea, let�s count his chins Or trace the mile long stretch marks on his skin Whoa! Check out how much food he just ate! I ain�t playin�, Matt, ya need to lose weight! Okay, let�s not forget about Tim How could I write a song without making fun of him? Sorry, boy, but you�s nothin� but a beaner You suck up tacos like a vacuum cleaner Like a corset, you�re wearin� clothes that are way too tight When you wear your hair down, it still quadruples your height! And what�s up your his BO, you smell like a trash can Well what should I expect from a dirty Mexican So you think you�re royalty, huh Matt? Ha ha, Dutch. What�s up with that? So, what? You�re actually proud of your history? Of cheap, dumb Dutchmen, to me, that�s a mystery Tim, you�re the one on drugs With your tight t-shirts, and you�re hair full of bugs Matt, all you know how to do is talk crap That is the reason that I�m writing this rap I just wrote this song, cause I thought you should know Well, I ain�t got much time, so I�d better go But don�t worry, I�ll be back, to write a part 2 Matt and Tim, I hate you both, so shmuck both of you! |
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