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Icp - Fat Sweaty Betty lyrics

Why dont you go into the next room and start getting undressed?

What's your pleasure?

[1st Verse- Violent J]

Fat Sweaty Betty, the bitch ain't nothing new

Her moms used to babysit me back when we was two

We'd go to the playground and to the skating rink

And we'd go under the bleachers and she'd let me hit the stank, well uh

She moved across town and never came back

Until the other day, I seen her at the Chicken Shack

She said her name was Betty, I can't believe this shit

The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty beeitch

She said, "Hey, J, tell me how you've been?"

She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin

I told her, "Hold still," and flicked it off her face and said,

"Betty, oh, Betty, what you say we leave this place?"

I took her back to the crib and hit it all night

I let my fingers run across the rip of cellulite

EWW! It was nasty, but I don't let it bother me

She rolled over, fucking knocked the wind out of me

I couldn't breathe, she wouldn't stop, I'm almost dead

I took the lamp, and bust it on her fucking head

We got dressed, I gave her a little kiss goodbye

Fat Sweaty Betty, My fat sweaty pumpkin pie

[Chorus]

Fat Sweaty Betty

Tell me when you're ready [x2]

[2nd Verse- Shaggy 2 Dope]

Big fat slop of shit people call Betty

Flabs of fat on her back, her neck...sweaty

Boogers running down her nose all over her lips

Can't tell the difference from her titties to her hips

But fuck all that, 'cuz I wanna see the neden

I had to see the cat, the cheesey cheena cheden

Rode my bike to her house, "Hey yo, Betty lemme in

I'm packing some snack cakes, bitch lemme in."

I can hear her coming down the stairs

She opened up the door in her motherfucking underwears

UUGGHH!! Shit, fuck that I'm turning back

But no, the door shut, and shes going for the cake snacks

I said, "Relax, hoe, I'm here, I'm bu-si-ness

you can have the candy, first you gotta wait a bit

I need a favor, come on, Betty, drop them drawls."

AHH!! I knew it, Betty had balls

Oh, no, here comes that ass

From the top of the dresser with the yokazuna splash

I wish I never came, oh boy do I wish

See Fat Sweaty Betty, the sweaty fat bitch

[Chorus]

[Violent J]

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

I know you like spaghetti

I know you like spaghetti

So tell me when you're ready, baby

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

Tell me when you're ready

Tell me when you're ready for a cheeseburger, pizza pie, TV dinner, chicken

baby

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

I gets it all, I gets it all for ya, baby

I work at Farmer Jack on the dinner floor, baby

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

I bring it home, I cook it in a microwave

I feeds it to ya, just let me get some stanky skins

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

'Cuz I don't care, I wanna hit the cellulite

I hit the cellulite for a turkey meal delight

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

'Cuz I don't care, you know I'm not afraid to cook

Take off your shoes and let me lick your dirty foot

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

I'll rub you down, I'll rub you down the right way

I hear a buzzer, apple pie's in the microwave

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

I work at Farmer Jack, I work at A & P

And yes I do, my heavy baby wanna be with me

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

Ya wanna be with me, ya wanna be with me

Ya want some chilli cheese fries in a ???

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

You gotta wait, wait 'till the time is right

Let me count the purple bubbles in your cellulite

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

You want some Burger King, you want some Hungry Jack

You want some jelly beans, you want a scooby snack

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

You want some Dominoes, you want a Milky Way

You gotta kick it to the sugar daddy Violent J

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

You want some Lucky Charms, you want some mashed potatoes

Let me hit the skins now and I'll feed you later

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

Because I know, I know you want a Lunchable

Something crunchable, something munchable

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

How 'bout some Taco Bell, how 'bout a pizza slice

How bout some chicken fingers and a bowl of Minute Rice

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

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