Gorda

Fatso
How's it going
Fatso
Your fakeness will leave you alone, you'll see
Fatso

Stop acting like a fool
This is real life
And not everything is ha ha ha ha
Fatso
Stop trying to mess around
You must have anxiety
For not getting laid because you're bad
Like the Ebola, eh, fat ball is coming for you
Mission, your low self-esteem, I'm going to break
I'm not that bad
I'm not that jerk
You now have a reason to campaign against me
Your mouth is rotten, the well sings to you
We'll have to see what nonsense you spit out
Or evil while you move your prominent jaw
Dumb cow
I don't understand how there are idiots who swallow your movies
You always have someone to criticize
And you lose that fat ass to find people
Who can stand you, who are willing to listen
To your moves with the gang day and night without stopping
You're a professional ear eater
You bore the sheep because you don't stop talking
You make the same jokes as always and end up bursting them
And you talk shit about Christ, you're good for little else

Fatso
Start singing because when you talk, bread prices rise
Don't put me in your mouth, I'll shut it for you
Don't touch my balls anymore, let's have peace
Order a double whopper with mayonnaise and get lost

Fatso
My song doesn't serve to argue that you're dumb
It's just to crush your morale
Fatso
The curious thing is that the things that hurt the most are usually the damn truth

(Damn, dude, cut the crap with that shit
They'll think you're fatphobic and that's not the point)
(First of all, I'm not a dude, and secondly, if I cared
What people think of me, I'd just be another mediocre person)

It's because of people like you that the world is as it is
But you know what? I wish you even more harm
Because being the way you are, you already have enough
Get yourself checked, you're addicted to ranting
Everyone knows you
You speak ill of everyone
But always behind their backs
Always, always when they're not around
And even though many keep quiet
They start to wonder
If she speaks ill of everyone when I'm not there, what will she say?
If there's a collective issue with someone, you love to talk
Have ideas, eat heads, in short, conspire
To lynch, and when you have the person in front of you
You shut up like a whore and let others take the fall
You tried to sabotage me, it didn't work
Because there are people with personality
To puppets you influence with your lies, screw them
I have plenty of manageable mediocrities without criteria
I know my worth
And people like you, stay far away
I'm done with your childish nonsense
With you playing the typical victim from the area
You'd win a talent show for being such a crybaby
Hate me, but when you look in the mirror, remember
I'm agile and attractive, you're a fucking pig
And you have so much nonsense and so much evil
That it has to accumulate somewhere in your body

Fatso
My song doesn't serve to argue that you're dumb
It's just to crush your morale
Fatso
The curious thing is that the things that hurt the most are usually the damn truth

Fatso
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