This is a song about "Emily the fat"

Everytime you come around

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is

This battles not over till the fat lady sing

Are you comingto the point that your running

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob