Chronicals of the Stout ***er.

Hey Fat Girl
Lets shake
It
Don't Break
It.
On the dance
Floor
Give me some
More
Some more
Fat girl.

I know you want to be
Like
All your little
Friends
Who are into
Trends
That
Bend
And
Send
These pics
And shit
That say amplify
The meager minds
Of little
Boys.
Little toys
Come on fat girl
Lets make
Some noise.

Get loose
Drink a little bit of this
Grey Goose.
Not so fast
Fat girl.
Greedy
Just so speedy
To take it in
Let this Bacardi
Take you for a
Spin.
But I'll take you
Home
Tonight.
For once in your
Life.
Without a fight.
Alright?
Fat girl
This rum will make you
Feel
So light.

You shook so much
Tonight
I bet your tired
But your in my car
Babbling away
Needlessly taking and
Squawking away.
I hear you stomach rumble
You hungry fatty?
I'll kill that hunger
Pain.
Don't worry I'll fill
It.

My lips are one yours
I'm sick
You score?
Not.
I'm sinful and
Sneaky
Like a fox.
Fat girl.
This world is about
To come to an end
When I'm sure
Your crescendo
Has ceased.

Hey fat girl.
Guess what I'm tired of
Looking at you
Waking up every morning
To see the same fat blob
To see a useless glob.
A pointless job
To stuff in tightening
Pants
And walk with ruthless
Glances
And stares
And glares.

But come on fat girl
We'll end this tonight.
Just one more sip from this bottle.
You'll drop like a dime.
But we can't end it like this
Fat girl.
Let's walk.

To the dark wood we go
I hear every step you take
Every branch you break
Damn, can't you be
Quite fat girl?

You against a tree now
Thinking you'll get some more
Aren't you a stupid eager whore.

But I got a surprise in store
My little bore
My shiny knife
It twinkles in the light
Oh so bright
It feels oh so right.
Oh so light.
I'll slit you mother fucking throat
Tonight.