"Fat Kidz"
  Yo fritz, put on a mothafucking beat, that we can shake our mothafucking rolls to
  Yo, fat kidz are ya with me?
  Put your mothafucking hands high in the air, let me see your little chubby digits
  It's about to get sweaty in here ya'll, you might want to bring a fan
  It ain't easy, being about 250, when you're 15 years old
  That's what real life's about
    Hey yo, fat people are hard to kidnap
  So if you're fat and you're all in this bitch, then grab your nutsack
  Fat bitches, don't feel left out
  Cause you can grab one of them skinny bitches, and knock her ass out
  Chubby love, show a ninja some
  Cause this fat motherfucker stay ready however they come
  A hungry rapper, cannible lyricist
  I got host of MC's like you inside my shit
  Standing poolside with a t-shirt on
  Unless I'm showering or fucking, my clothes stay on
  I got double cheeseburgers chasing me in my sleep
  And fine hoes checking me out but scared to speak
  Off the chain, off the scale, I ain't watching no weight
  I'm at the barbecue high ass hell fixing my plate
  XX to the X-L, hit me 3 times
  Come correct with my burger and fries, the king sized
    "This song is dedicated to all the fat people world wide, dead or alive. Biggy Smalls, The One Man Gang, Chubb Rock, Chris
  Farley, 8 Ball, John Candy, Big Pun, Bam Bam Bigalow, Fred Bearing, Kevin Smith, E-40, Matt Nips, King Kong Bundy, Fat Joe,
  Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Fat Albert, and the Fat Boys, and Grimace. Monoxide use to be fat."