Yikes, how I've fattened!
Sticking out's my rear end,
Better start quittin',
Eating oh so of-ten.

Booty as big as this,
Cannot eyes ignore?
Just how so huge is,
Gotta buy me new drawers.

'Cause thereof you, I must lug you,
Oh, there's enough you.

Grazing at table,
On lamb and ham.
Food that I'm mowing through,
Makes can über grand.

Slim fast they tell me,
Will reduce and suspend.
Trust it will come to be,
I'll still see more rear end.

I've enough you, I must snuff you,
Must get above you.

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Bites, how I've fattened,
My increasing rear end.
Chair where I'm sittin',
Now is leaning, legs bend.

Booty too big to miss,
It's got size galore.
I've no excuses,
Can it grow anymore?

Food, I'd love to, yes I'd love to,
Oh how I'd love to...

Eat enough to, yes enough to,
How I stuff you...

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(Spoken Poetry)

Food keep,
From gathering moon.
Eat light grade,
Partake of prune.
Fat sittered people,
Cook fat, high content.
Another day's juices,
Fanny it's sent.

Big ass-end blubber,
Rests on your bum.
Boney man fries with lard,
And gains none.
Another hiccups,
And sucks down his yum.
Seems more double chins,
Dished them more junk.

Fat larded orb,
That drools his bites.
He chews the blubber,
Eats all night.
What's he weigh, no
Fellow light,
So you decide
Which food's right,
And which could cause occlusion.

--------Instrumental Conclude--------

CLANG!