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letra de the weight problem - the psych ward (au)

[intro: complete]
you’re so f-cking fat!

[hook complete]
i guess i drank too much
(drank too mu-u-uch)
‘cause i woke up with a fat b-tch
i said that it ain’t true love
(it ain’t true lo-o-ove)
and chucked her out the door with a sandwich
i don’t know what to to
(what should i do?)
‘cause i woke up with a fat b-tch
she knows where i live, i’m screwed
(ahhh!)
i woke up with a fat b-tch
[verse 1: sever]
here’s a mars or snickers, yeah, they’re kept in her knickers
i dropped the panty in her world and got vicious, not wishes
when she comes, she comes vicious, i’m so drunk, she’s delicious
suspicious c-nt, like a cactus when it scratchеs and itches
you ain’t my missus, [?]
you got the chubbiest gut, plus you’rе chunky as f-ck
too much love for me, hon
you’re the size of a truck, [?], she throws up the poor guy from pizza hut (special delivery)
jesus, bro, she’s gone, and i feel like i’m in pain
like my d-ck is on fire, and i’m p-ssin’ by [?]
who is to blame? i wasn’t wearing protections
now i’m learning my lesson with these burning erections
takin’ a p-ss test, no f-ckin’ weight off my chest
the doctor comes in with the papers, say “you gonna confess?”
“sh-t, yes, ok, i did it, got drunk and had left to me a junkie infected, chunky b-tch in my bed”

[hook complete]
i guess i drank too much
(drank too mu-u-uch)
‘cause i woke up with a fat b-tch
i said that it ain’t true love
(it ain’t true lo-o-ove)
and chucked her out the door with a sandwich
i don’t know what to to
(what should i do?)
‘cause i woke up with a fat b-tch
she knows where i live, i’m screwed
(ahhh!)
i woke up with a fat b-tch
[verse 2: complete]
this sl-t’s burpin’, i wake up bleedin’, my nuts hurtin’
sleepin’ with her was like a threesome with one person
young bourbon got me vulnerable and blind
got her from behind while she ate a whopper and some fries
honestly i lied, you should be modelling for guys
honouring your size, ‘cause you’re wonderful and kind
it’s optional but do you wanna f-ck tonight
she’s chubby but it’s nothin’ that a bottle can’t disguise
i’ll probably get denied, so i leave her with a handshake
she says “wait, honey, boy, you’re sweeter than a pancake”
i grab her waist and take her to my dungeon
and baked her up some m-ffins, as i placed ‘em in the oven
now it’s time that we make some summer lovin’
next thing i know, i awake to her tummy bubblin’
“hey, future husband” that’s when i just lost it
took her to a busy road and played fetch with some chocolate

[hook complete]
i guess i drank too much
(drank too mu-u-uch)
‘cause i woke up with a fat b-tch
i said that it ain’t true love
(it ain’t true lo-o-ove)
and chucked her out the door with a sandwich
i don’t know what to to
(what should i do?)
‘cause i woke up with a fat b-tch
she knows where i live, i’m screwed
(ahhh!)
i woke up with a fat b-tch
[verse 3: defekt]
she’s a fat b-tch, i know she pocketed my ham
tried to finger her v-g-n-, but she’s swallowin’ my hand
hotter than the sand to an arabian desert
tryna run away naked after makin’ her breakfast
i’m cravin’ the exit, just because she’s underage
with a custom made rubber tape to fit around her f-ckin’ waist
she ate a hundred plates then [?] up her face
at least that f-ckin’ rubber tape’ll keep her chubby gut in place
she’s lovely every day, but an embarrassment to be with
screamin’ “this is max” then after that “p-n-s!”
jesus, is my p-n-s even breathin’
it’s not even religion, but she believes in eatin’
you see it when she’s speakin’, i ain’t a violent rapist
her weight made me safe when i was tryna escape it (no)
ha, my rhymin’ ain’t basic
this b-tch ain’t big enough [?]

[outro: complete]
you’re so f-cking fat!
(haha, psych ward, c-nt)

- the psych ward au

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