| Watcha Sayin' Now? (Part Manage a Troi) By: Syre So you�re makin� fun of my car, bitch whatcha sayin� now? My ride�s fine, but what you�re ridin� looks like a cow Sorry, shouldn�t talk so bad about Katie But I�ve been realizing some new shit lately That Katie�s a whole lot fatter than you That Tim really needs a new hairdo But of one thing I am definitely sure Katie�s a fat ass, no one�s as big as her I�m sorry Matt, it�s just that she�s so damn fat Matter of fact, nothing�s fatter than that I thought I saw her mooning me the other day But it turned out to be 2 fat naked guys that were gay It�s sad when you gotta buy 3 tickets to take her to a movie 1 for you, and one for each of her cheeks to fit in smoothly Ain�t that a bitch? To afford to buy her snacks, you�d have to be rich Plus she needs deodorant, and more than a little bit Cause believe me Matt, she smells like shit Now I�m not really trying to point fingers But when she leaves, for weeks a smell still lingers OH MY WORD! Could it get any worse? If it did, I�d be riding around in a Hearse You can�t find a fat-free thing on her plate, I�ve tried Gravy, chicken, stuffing, even the fork�s deep-fried I use to think you were fat, but she was just standing behind you Lookin� ominous, hippopotamus, she�s on line 2 1 800 CALL ATT Oh my goodness, there she is it�s fat Katie! Calling collect, will you accept the charges? When at last she takes a bath, she goes in with 2 barges Double-double-triple-quadruple-double XL Shut up, Fattie Galassi, kiss my ass, go to hell! Have you ever seen that bitch play soccer? There�s more Nike prints on her ass than Foot Locker And silly silly Matt, you still like her? They need to throw your ass in Rikers Maybe once you�re through the gate, you�ll find a better date Your own cell mate, a 400 pound black man named Tate Well, I�d better go, it�s getting late |
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