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Fat Sweaty Betty (Celluloid Bubble Mix) Lyrics - Artist : Insane Clown Posse
Why dont you go into the next room and start getting undressed? What's your pleasure? [x3]
Fat sweaty Betty The bitch ain't nuttin' new Her ma's used to babysat me back when we was two We drove to the playground And to the skatin' rink Then we'd go under the bleachers And she'd let me hit the "stank" well uh Then she moved across town And never came back Until the other day I seen her at the chicken shack She said her name was Betty I can't believe the shit The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty biiiiitch She said, "Hey J Tell me how ya' been?" She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin I told her, "Hold still" And flicked it off her face And said, "Betty, oh, Betty Whatcha say we leave this place?" I took her back to the crib and hit it all night I let my fingers run across her rippled cellulite OOOOHH it was nasty But I don't let it bother me She rolled over, fuckin' knocked the wind outta me I couldn't breathe She wouldn't stop I'm almost dead I took the lamp And bust it on her fuckin' head We got dressed I gave 'er little kiss g'bye Fat sweaty Betty My fat sweaty punkin' pie Fat sweaty bitch Knockin' on my door You want some chilli pie and you want some coney dog? I told you once before, I tell ya once again I'll serve you up a plate when you let me hit the skins There's this big fat slop of shit People called Betty Flaps of fat on the back, her neck Sweaty Boogers runnin' out'er nose All over her lips Can't tell the difference from her titties to her hips But fuck all that Cuz' I wanna' see the neden I had to see the cat The cheesy cheetah chedden I rode my bike to her house Said "Yo, Betty let me in I'm packin' some snack cakes Bitch let me in" (Thump, thump) I can hear her comin' down the stairs She opened up the door in her motha' fuckin' underwears EEEWWWWW, Shit, Fuck that! I'm turnin' back But no, the door shut And she's goin' for the cake snack I said "Relax, ho I'm here on bus-i-ness You can have the candy First you gotta' wait a bit I need a favor C'mon Betty drop them drawers" AAAHHHH, I knew it Betty had balls Oh, no Here comes that ass From the top of the dresser With the Yokazuna splash I wish I never came Oh boy, do I wish She's fat sweaty Betty The sweaty fat biiiiitch Fat sweaty bitch Knockin' on my door You want some chilli pie and you want some coney dog? I told you once before, I tell ya once again I'll serve you up a plate when you let me hit the skins I know you like spaghetti I know you like spaghetti, so tell me when you're ready, baby Fat sweaty bitch I know you like spaghetti I know you like spaghetti, so tell me when you're ready, baby Tell me when you're ready Tell me when you're ready for a cheeseburger pizza pie tv dinner Chicken baby I gets it all I gets it all for ya baby I work at Farmer Jack on the dinner floor baby I bring it home, I cook it in a microwave I feed it to ya, just let me get some sticky skins 'Cause I don't care, I wanna hit the cellulite I hit the cellulite for a turkey meal delight 'Cause you know I don't care, you know I'm not afraid to cook Take off your shoes and let me lick your dirty foot I rub ya down I rub ya down the right way I hear a buzzer, apple pie's in the microwave I work at Farmer Jack, I work at A |
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