EXTRA THICC Lyrics
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Album | THE HEAVIEST ALBUM OF ALL TIME(2021) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Deathcore |
Labels | Hollowed Records |
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2. EXTRA THICC
My stomach is a bottomless pit
I don't remember the last time that I had taken a shit
I never wash my hands
I decorate my face with miracle whip
And shove a jar of pickles into my pants
I eat so much that I have to take out loans
My stomach it doesn't growl
It fucking moans
Cakes and sweets got me feeling some type of way
Whip out some chocolate syrup and make it rain on my face
I got beef with a boy going ham on some steak
I tried to make him share but he snatched away his plate
I stack flapjacks from my feet to the sky
Just surround me by five guys squirting beef into my eyes
I wanna lick your meatballs until they disintegrate
When I wiggle my hips my body waves like a milkshake
Butter me up and call me margarine
Gobble up a cruise ship and call me Captain Morgan
My back is sweaty
Cream cheese, funfetti
There's vomit on my sweater already
M and m's in my belly
Even though dinner's ready
I'll have seconds or thirds
You gotta keep that shit steady
I deep fry all my foods like cookies and cakes
I don't throw nothing away
I will even finish my whole plate
Ice cream and jellybeans form a pentagram in front of me
I'll summon a season demon to cover my meat and then cream pie me
I wanna eat meat
I wanna eat green beans
I wanna eat
I wanna eat wheat
I wanna eat sweet treats
I wanna eat
I wanna eat beets
And I wanna eat
I wanna eat wall street
I wanna eat
I wanna eat tweets
I wanna eat concrete
I wanna eat everything in front of me
Extra thicc
Deal with it
Rice and grits
Fish and chips
I don't remember the last time that I had taken a shit
I never wash my hands
I decorate my face with miracle whip
And shove a jar of pickles into my pants
I eat so much that I have to take out loans
My stomach it doesn't growl
It fucking moans
Cakes and sweets got me feeling some type of way
Whip out some chocolate syrup and make it rain on my face
I got beef with a boy going ham on some steak
I tried to make him share but he snatched away his plate
I stack flapjacks from my feet to the sky
Just surround me by five guys squirting beef into my eyes
I wanna lick your meatballs until they disintegrate
When I wiggle my hips my body waves like a milkshake
Butter me up and call me margarine
Gobble up a cruise ship and call me Captain Morgan
My back is sweaty
Cream cheese, funfetti
There's vomit on my sweater already
M and m's in my belly
Even though dinner's ready
I'll have seconds or thirds
You gotta keep that shit steady
I deep fry all my foods like cookies and cakes
I don't throw nothing away
I will even finish my whole plate
Ice cream and jellybeans form a pentagram in front of me
I'll summon a season demon to cover my meat and then cream pie me
I wanna eat meat
I wanna eat green beans
I wanna eat
I wanna eat wheat
I wanna eat sweet treats
I wanna eat
I wanna eat beets
And I wanna eat
I wanna eat wall street
I wanna eat
I wanna eat tweets
I wanna eat concrete
I wanna eat everything in front of me
Extra thicc
Deal with it
Rice and grits
Fish and chips
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THE HEAVIEST ALBUM OF ALL TIME - Lyrics
THE HEAVIEST ALBUM OF ALL TIME - Album Credits
Additional musicians
- KMAC2021 : Vocals (track 2)
- John Robert C : Vocals (track 3)
- Kyle Anderson : Vocals (track 4)
- Hunter Madison : Vocals (track 7)
- Taylor Barber : Vocals (track 10)
- Duncan Bentley : Vocals (track 13)
- Mac Smith : Vocals (track 14)
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