Avoiding Mirrors - Krizz Kaliko, Jelly Roll, Merkules

Now check out that big old boy

He don’t really think we do, we got options

But a lot to pop and stop stopping, just watch 'em

He’s a lot to watch, he probably didn’t block 'em

Never did take my shirt off in public, think he never had a girl

Then he’d jerk off and love it, eating ice cream

I been nightly eating my Cheez Whiz

You ain’t got all the answers

Sway got to fit a bit or pick the chicks to get with

Spit quick and I’m fat with a big dick

No neck and I never had a picknic

Treat 'em like a prostitute like I’m Slick Rick

Pig

I don’t be pigging out with sis away from me

I cut his liver out just get away from me

You ain’t got nothing to say to me

Think that you cut me and I’ll bleed out gravy

It’s crazy the way that they view you

You think you sexy and flexing and they see right through you

Don’t look in the mirror, now do you?

Cause what you see ain’t what you pulled up in

I go «Boy I’m thick»

Think I’m a pig in a wig while I’m digging your bitch

If I start I don’t quit

You gon' be seeing her leaving and she screaming «Aye Krizz»

Yeah, fat boy lit, talk shit

I don’t politic with dudes

Eat your food, swallow it

I don’t care about your blue checks

I don’t follow it

And I came before the mess

Cause it ain’t 'bout modeling

Watch out

I’m already dead

Somebody try to kill me put the bullets in the bread

I ate it up

I’m already cold

Somebody told me no fingers in the sugar bowl

I ate it up

Watch what you say

Watch what you say

Watch what you say

I’m all fucked up, aye

Fuck the calculator that’s counting all of the carbs

My counselor said to stop cause it’s bound to fuck with my heart

I just had a Big Mac, now I’m downing it with a pop

No one knows if I don’t get no sodium, that’s withdrawal

I’m a fat fuck

I need mayonnaise in a major way

Always keep a couple bags of chips on layaway

Lost a bunch of weight cause I ate no food

Now it’s all coming back like deja vu

I hate the fucking mirror and it hates me too

But I’m blessed motherfucker, I should say achoo

Every buffet lineup, I’m the first they feed

Hurts to breath, worst you see when I merk the beat

Every Thanksgiving they calling me Turkules

That bad, I need lap band surgery

I’m always going for seconds like certainly

And every time I leave the crib I bring desert with me

The fuck is against you

I can’t seem to kick it

I’m so fucking fooled that I can’t clean the dishes

I swear to God being this fat’s my religion

I get off the stage and go back in the kitchen

Like fuck diabetes I have all the symptoms

Well put down the burgers

I can’t they’re delicious

I tuck in my gut when they asking for pictures

So shorty come over, we’re having a picknic

I’m fucking over it

Yeah, fat boy lit, talk shit

I don’t politic with dudes

Eat your food, swallow it

I don’t care about your blue checks

I don’t follow it

And I came before the mess

Cause it ain’t 'bout modeling

Watch out

I’m already dead

Somebody try to kill me put the bullets in the bread

I ate it up

I’m already cold

Somebody told me no fingers in the sugar bowl

I ate it up

Watch what you say

Watch what you say

Watch what you say

I’m all fucked up, aye

Aye, bloodshot, you can tell I’m lit

You probably think because I’m fat I smell like shit

You probably think because I’m big my bitch ain’t bad

Found out she is, now bitch, your bitchass mad, oh

I bet you think you digging for gold

Nah bitch cause the sheriff spit shivering cold

So froze you would think I spit the shit in the snow

On top of that, you should know I’ma hit it and go

I’m really smooth, mix me with your ridicule

Eat a bag of edibles, bitch that’s what I’m finna do

I’m all firing up, this shit is killing you

A fat boy but I swing dick like I’m a skinny dude

Give me some pizza and I’m fucking it up

Outside the club getting my dick sucked in a truck

Light girls with a thin waist and junk in the trunk

And I like my Waffle House smelling covered in chuck

Fucking hourglass-shaped models, bottle full of sand man

Meanwhile you fucking a fat girl and a grandam

Three girls hit me popping pussy on a handstand

And I’m taking all three home, that’s a grand slam

Yeah, fat boy lit, talk shit

I don’t politic with dudes

Eat your food, swallow it

I don’t care about your blue checks

I don’t follow it

And I came before the mess

Cause it ain’t 'bout modeling

Watch out

I’m already dead

Somebody try to kill me put the bullets in the bread

I ate it up

I’m already cold

Somebody told me no fingers in the sugar bowl

I ate it up

Watch what you say

Watch what you say

Watch what you say

I’m all fucked up, aye