Foul Weather French

You don't have what it takes to keep in all of your lies Like saying one thing, but that's not what's really inside You can agree with what I say, but you just don't care at all You still have the same low cholesterols and a dick that's really small Can't get laid infected with AIDS, wear the same clothes every day You make people turn their heads the other way Such a cliche Why would you look down on me when I should do that to you What do you expect from your point of view Never made it to be a millionaire You're deadbeat but you are unaware Talks like a girl from Anaheim That changes its mind all the time Only got yourself to slime Got more chins than a Chinese phone book Gets off to whatever is on Facebook Jumped onto a bed 500 pounds, the whole room shook Don't got balls You're killing me smalls Throws up every day in the bathroom stalls And never broke down any of the four walls Tries to score But gets ignored Got the same body as Michael Moore Got teeth knocked out in front of a liquor store Never made it to be a millionaire You're deadbeat but you are unaware What's your usual way to greet someone Is that what you do with everyone Did you ever have sex with a bong Still think they would let you tag along Yes, no, maybe so Hair's so long It looks so wrong Big and fat doesn't mean big and strong Never made it to be a millionaire Instead she turned into a pedobear Inside over 97 degrees You will still look down on me