Chubby Lyrics

Smoke another fucking cigarette

I hate Phillip Morris

Alright, alright, let's get the show on the road

Led Zeppelin

Right

Stalk her stupid ass like I was Marlin Perkins

But nothin' am workin'

So here I am lurkin'

In a space pirate groove

With nothing to prove

My mind won't budge

And the scene won't move

Yo, the funky bitch made me pop a Levi stitch

Shakin' and a twitchin'

Made my long-johns itch

Pacin' back and forth like an expectant hubby

Mother fuckin' bitch give me a God damn chubby

That's right

Mother fuckin' chubby

Ch, ch, ch chubby

Ch, ch, ch chubby

Alright, alright, alright

Crashed my car when I saw her face

Felt like fuckin' Meatloaf tryin' to steal second base

She don't me, there's no hope

Guess I'll run back home and slam the pope

Mother fuckin' bitch gives me a God damn chubby

Chubby

Ch, ch, ch, ch, ch

Chubby

Alright, alright

Now this is coming like in top five

Of the worst song I ever recorded

Wouldn't you think so?

I do

Yo, I'm alright, Jack

Keep you mother fuckin' hands offa my stack

Heart breaker

Heart breaker

Heart breaker

Fuckin' chubby

Ch, ch, ch, ka, ch, ch, ch

Chubby, chubby, chubby

Ch, ch, ch, ka, ch, ch, ch

Chubby, chubby