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Oh man
Are those coyotes? Shit
Yeah big boy Loof
I dunno we've been walking for so long
I'm gettin' pretty hungry
But you're always hungry
I can't even respond to that
If you stop eating so much
Maybe you'd just be able to walk a little harder without getting winded
Oh shut up
I need this fat to stave off the hunger
I can live off this fat for another three years
Do you even got three years left?
I guess we'll see about that
Talkin' eating pussy this pussy eats
Got my fly local strange from the back alley streets
Feeling kinda peckish might suckle on ya teats
Been a real good boy and these ladies are my treats
No five oh on the low oh no
Got a stash of crunchy treats that I'd rather eat solo
Hiding bitches from my dad bitches down bad
GOD DAMN GIRL best bitch I ever had
Used to sleep on a box now I own stocks
Bitcoin got kosher like salmon lox
No more drinking soup stock
Rags to riches to bitches with no britches I'm in shock
And I know it's all there
Spend time running and you can't stop finding a grey hair
One charm one peet on a shitty street
Two loaves on the run tryina lose the heat? Yeah!
Bitches say they love me cause they want it
Haters say they love me cause they want it
All my homies love me cause they got it
Talkin' like you other pussies own it
Bitches say they love me cause they want it
Haters say they love me cause they want it
All my homies love me cause they got it
Talkin' like you other pussies own it
'Bout ten years old I was bought and sold
From Lincoln to Benjis god damn I shit gold
I'm spry sly - to the ladies one swell guy
(That sweet little boy wouldn't hurt a fly)
But that's where ya wrong gonna lay dong
Eatin' so much pussy I'm Meow Zedong
Living in a 4 and 3 good enough for me
Tesla chauffeur when I got someplace to be
It's a difference in cases I can see it on your faces
You ain't run places talkin' quiet no chases
In and out full snout that's the shit I know a lot about
Chicken lickin' tuna trout
I get my fill living on a hill
Overlooking all the haters from my windowsill
Try your shit I dare ya hope I didn't scare ya
Send my bill to the Bay Area
Oh shit Sarcasm I'm feeling kinda sick
I don't feel so good either
I'm so sick Sarcasm I'm gonna lie down (Oh no I think)
I think I'm gonna die
When the hunger hits ya where ya gonna be?
Got a nine strap piece and you're feeling kinda hungry
Right one's got the Glock got the can food in the left peet
Yeah you heard me right bitch!
IT'S THE SHITTY TRAP BEATS
Hunger rising got a dryness in my right cheek
Daydreaming of the can I scarfed last week
I put pussies in the pound - mean streak
Got 9ne lives I don't need Immortal Technique
Help me out help me out cause I'm dying
And tell your baby girl that she can stop crying
She says she loves me then I hope you wasn't trying
When she says the kids are mine you know that bitch was caught lying
I got the snip and don't trip no apology
I live a hot loaf and sauce methodology
I'm telling all y'all it's the CANTHOLOGY
Chin deep in the wet food no more genealogy
Hold on hold on I found a can
Oh that's some good shit (Oh)
That's some good shit oh shit (That's some good shit)
That's the good shit (Oh shit that's some good shit)
Proper sauced I'm talkin' boss I'm talkin' Fat Fat going off the chain
Give me cans of loaf and sauce directly in my f*cking brain
They call me FAT FAT
Don't give me that bullshit
"Looking at your weight" like bitch
Ain't you heard of me?
Not bein' thicc is a travesty
Call the navy I'm heavy
You ain't me you jelly
Your girl can't forget me
I'm tryin' but the tits won't let me
I'm quillin' an grillin' and willin' an illin' on villains who killin' my lyrical slap
Don't you know I am the lyrical genius the fattest and greatest in Jellicle rap
Thank my haters for the people that they're sending me
All these people have delusions that they're ending me
Beating every one that comes to get me
Lyrically I'm the one to envy
Soft but hard when I need to be
Making all the ladies bend the knee
Coming at ya fast with the Fancy Feast
Royal Canin kiss the ring
Call me a Li'l Slurprise
Stack them cans and volumize
You won't believe your eyes
Until I'm up in between your thighs
I'm spelling your demise
Can I get the last of your fries?
Hark the sea winds bring a message
Mmm one nibble and you're hooked
Bitch bitch bitch ahoy
Tasty bitch ahoy
Put the titty in the bowl and feed it to ya boi
Now we've said a lot of words think anybody heard?
We're ShittyTrapBeats we're around the world
Now Sarc (Yeah)
I've thought a lot about them
Tryin' not to doubt them
But can we get the cash without them?
Here's the thing I'll sing
You and Graham behind the screen
Making beats so fat you'll forget where all the paper's at
That sounds all nice but run it by me twice
What about my food why do I sacrifice?
Hmm looking at your phone the last two days alone
You spent dough getting food delivered to your home
Get off my case
We share the same place
Don't pretend I didn't see you stuffing your face
I make food look good man you stuck up in the hood
Eatin' food like a chump
No emotions like wood
I guess your style ain't weak?
I been seeing stuffed cheeks
Don't eat too fast ya damn antique
I resemble that remark
F*ckin' tired of your snark
You f*cking better pipe down
I mean it Sarc
Come on Fat Fat you know I'm playing with ya
You know I'd never hit ya
Just want the fat cats out of the picture
Hey guys real fast you know we're not fat cats
If anything it's you guys who look more like that
This all sounds great and they love the laughs
But you can't cut us out
We own your ass
Bitches say they love me cause they want it
Haters say they love me cause they want it
All my homies love me cause they got it
Talkin' like you other pussies own it
Bitches say they love me cause they want it
Haters say they love me cause they want it
All my homies love me cause they got it
Talkin' like you other pussies own it
Well shit
I haven't been dressed down like that since I was a kid
Yeah that was a little embarrassing too
I feel a bit like a child myself
Well what do we do now?
Well um I got a notification from Doordash that my order's on the way (What no)
Yeah um I got you some too don't worry about it (That's our paycheck again)
Well um stay hungry bitches
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English

Oh man
Are those coyotes? Shit
Yeah big boy Loof
I dunno we've been walking for so long
I'm gettin' pretty hungry
But you're always hungry
I can't even respond to that
If you stop eating so much
Maybe you'd just be able to walk a little harder without getting winded
Oh shut up
I need this fat to stave off the hunger
I can live off this fat for another three years
Do you even got three years left?
I guess we'll see about that
Talkin' eating pussy this pussy eats
Got my fly local strange from the back alley streets
Feeling kinda peckish might suckle on ya teats
Been a real good boy and these ladies are my treats
No five oh on the low oh no
Got a stash of crunchy treats that I'd rather eat solo
Hiding bitches from my dad bitches down bad
GOD DAMN GIRL best bitch I ever had
Used to sleep on a box now I own stocks
Bitcoin got kosher like salmon lox
No more drinking soup stock
Rags to riches to bitches with no britches I'm in shock
And I know it's all there
Spend time running and you can't stop finding a grey hair
One charm one peet on a shitty street
Two loaves on the run tryina lose the heat? Yeah!
Bitches say they love me cause they want it
Haters say they love me cause they want it
All my homies love me cause they got it
Talkin' like you other pussies own it
Bitches say they love me cause they want it
Haters say they love me cause they want it
All my homies love me cause they got it
Talkin' like you other pussies own it
'Bout ten years old I was bought and sold
From Lincoln to Benjis god damn I shit gold
I'm spry sly - to the ladies one swell guy
(That sweet little boy wouldn't hurt a fly)
But that's where ya wrong gonna lay dong
Eatin' so much pussy I'm Meow Zedong
Living in a 4 and 3 good enough for me
Tesla chauffeur when I got someplace to be
It's a difference in cases I can see it on your faces
You ain't run places talkin' quiet no chases
In and out full snout that's the shit I know a lot about
Chicken lickin' tuna trout
I get my fill living on a hill
Overlooking all the haters from my windowsill
Try your shit I dare ya hope I didn't scare ya
Send my bill to the Bay Area
Oh shit Sarcasm I'm feeling kinda sick
I don't feel so good either
I'm so sick Sarcasm I'm gonna lie down (Oh no I think)
I think I'm gonna die
When the hunger hits ya where ya gonna be?
Got a nine strap piece and you're feeling kinda hungry
Right one's got the Glock got the can food in the left peet
Yeah you heard me right bitch!
IT'S THE SHITTY TRAP BEATS
Hunger rising got a dryness in my right cheek
Daydreaming of the can I scarfed last week
I put pussies in the pound - mean streak
Got 9ne lives I don't need Immortal Technique
Help me out help me out cause I'm dying
And tell your baby girl that she can stop crying
She says she loves me then I hope you wasn't trying
When she says the kids are mine you know that bitch was caught lying
I got the snip and don't trip no apology
I live a hot loaf and sauce methodology
I'm telling all y'all it's the CANTHOLOGY
Chin deep in the wet food no more genealogy
Hold on hold on I found a can
Oh that's some good shit (Oh)
That's some good shit oh shit (That's some good shit)
That's the good shit (Oh shit that's some good shit)
Proper sauced I'm talkin' boss I'm talkin' Fat Fat going off the chain
Give me cans of loaf and sauce directly in my f*cking brain
They call me FAT FAT
Don't give me that bullshit
"Looking at your weight" like bitch
Ain't you heard of me?
Not bein' thicc is a travesty
Call the navy I'm heavy
You ain't me you jelly
Your girl can't forget me
I'm tryin' but the tits won't let me
I'm quillin' an grillin' and willin' an illin' on villains who killin' my lyrical slap
Don't you know I am the lyrical genius the fattest and greatest in Jellicle rap
Thank my haters for the people that they're sending me
All these people have delusions that they're ending me
Beating every one that comes to get me
Lyrically I'm the one to envy
Soft but hard when I need to be
Making all the ladies bend the knee
Coming at ya fast with the Fancy Feast
Royal Canin kiss the ring
Call me a Li'l Slurprise
Stack them cans and volumize
You won't believe your eyes
Until I'm up in between your thighs
I'm spelling your demise
Can I get the last of your fries?
Hark the sea winds bring a message
Mmm one nibble and you're hooked
Bitch bitch bitch ahoy
Tasty bitch ahoy
Put the titty in the bowl and feed it to ya boi
Now we've said a lot of words think anybody heard?
We're ShittyTrapBeats we're around the world
Now Sarc (Yeah)
I've thought a lot about them
Tryin' not to doubt them
But can we get the cash without them?
Here's the thing I'll sing
You and Graham behind the screen
Making beats so fat you'll forget where all the paper's at
That sounds all nice but run it by me twice
What about my food why do I sacrifice?
Hmm looking at your phone the last two days alone
You spent dough getting food delivered to your home
Get off my case
We share the same place
Don't pretend I didn't see you stuffing your face
I make food look good man you stuck up in the hood
Eatin' food like a chump
No emotions like wood
I guess your style ain't weak?
I been seeing stuffed cheeks
Don't eat too fast ya damn antique
I resemble that remark
F*ckin' tired of your snark
You f*cking better pipe down
I mean it Sarc
Come on Fat Fat you know I'm playing with ya
You know I'd never hit ya
Just want the fat cats out of the picture
Hey guys real fast you know we're not fat cats
If anything it's you guys who look more like that
This all sounds great and they love the laughs
But you can't cut us out
We own your ass
Bitches say they love me cause they want it
Haters say they love me cause they want it
All my homies love me cause they got it
Talkin' like you other pussies own it
Bitches say they love me cause they want it
Haters say they love me cause they want it
All my homies love me cause they got it
Talkin' like you other pussies own it
Well shit
I haven't been dressed down like that since I was a kid
Yeah that was a little embarrassing too
I feel a bit like a child myself
Well what do we do now?
Well um I got a notification from Doordash that my order's on the way (What no)
Yeah um I got you some too don't worry about it (That's our paycheck again)
Well um stay hungry bitches
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Writer: John Graham
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