Fat Bitch

[Verse 1: Axl] Yo, what the fuck am I doing with my life I treat it like a wife With respect, the top deck/floor And everything you ever could have wished for and more Is cumming harder than the fat fucking bitch on the floor [Verse 2: Axl] Should get your ass out of the sack So I can start to wabbajack your fucking face into action We're never going back Throwin' back tick tacks for tip tabs From all the fuckin' money that we never even had Bitches know me They're like, "you're Axl Davis" I'm like "hell yeah, bitch, I know I'm famous" [Verse 3: Axl] So you know it's me I'm always infamous, bitch Smoking weed with my own On my zipper-less shit I ain't ill but I'm sick Like It's Magic or shit You better watch your fucking self when you're taking a shit Get me a fat bitch and dress her up in Abercrombie and Fitch So I tell her ass to make a sandwich And when she's done and she is bringing it to me Immona start to pee pee all over the green tea... Wait, wait, wait, what? No, fuck no, fuck that, fuck this We're done