LYRICS

PLUMP
Plump sat alone in a Burger King
She ate all their food except one onion ring
Plump hides food in her pajamas
Then she eats all the weird mamma jammas

She's plump, she's plump, she's too damn fat

Plump's stubby fingers grabber her plate
Don't go for seconds cause buddy you're too late
Butt so big that birds could live
Is Plump asleep in her bed or campin' out in the fridge

Plump ate a shark and a whale and wanted more
Plump slipped in her drool now California's off the shore
She spent her twenties chompin' meat
She ate a cow at supersonic speeds

OLD SCHOOL RHYMER
I used to be old school, now I'm still old school
Tom Foolery and the wretched rappin' G's
That's me standin' there next to me next to me
Now next to me there's nothin' to see
Just the birds and the bees and money for me
Don't you see, homely, there's no one but me
Everyone who's not me is the enemy
Not Public Enemy, just rymin' anarchy
Not Penny Royal Tea, send the ship out to sea
I rap all day long, everyday, every night
I haven't the time to make piece or to fight
You haven't the say, you haven't the right
To say what I can say or write what I can write
The sampling mastery and king of beat box
I'll rap off your ears, I'll peel off your socks
I can't stand to stand, I don't like to sit
I can't throw a ball, into a catcher's mit
But say that I may and say that I might
Have this hit that i sing tonight
Cause I'm bigger than any big fat man
I like the pale skin, I don't like the tan
Catamaran, son of sam
Dodge Ram and a can of Spam

SINGLE GUY(JONATHON SILVERMAN REMIX)
Jonathon Silverman is a very funny man
I watch him every week, just to see me laugh again
He is Jewish, He is proud, He was on the Rodman Show
I've watched that a couple times, but If you'd ask me, I'd say no
Jonathon's the single guy, Boy oh man, he's really fly
One day he'll pick up a chick, the next day she will say goodbye
I don't like to brag alot, but someday I'll be just like him
On my way to better things, doing nothing on a whim
Me and Johny, we are friends, we've got nothing to amend
I wear babooshkas every day, And I'll wear them to the end
He can tell me anything, I'll believe in what he says
I wish he could dance and sing, but his carreer would be a mess


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