Lord, afraid that the baptist hacks Me say me afraid that the baptist hacksMe say me afraid that the baptist hacks Not sure she fat, but she fat LordShe want tax me But as me step through the young girl gateLook for me watch it was a quarter past eight She whisper in me ears and say choose anduse a bit Stab me with a fork and she box me with aplate But I know every girl will slim but it wantvitamin *** mother said that from *** born I saw*** look thin Me married one of *** in a warp of corn rainEverywhere she go she just a jump and sing True she fat, she fat, she fat LordShe want come tax me Me say that I'm baptist boy, what do you spy?A big fat thing in a ship I am dive She say hey Josie will you come and get meif you try Lord that God may not tell you no lieBring me down a whole ship on the white sand We went to Manos a whole wide pondShoulda see the two of we in a slow motion It seems like *** touch you with love potionTrue you fat, you fat, you fat LordDown come tax me Because me come in a the morning she no dealwith nothing Afternoon she say me come too soonPick me with a pot and then she stab me with a spoonShot me with a rifle like I'm the mill bone True you fat, you fat, you fat LordDown come tax meMe say me pray that the baptist talks Me say me pray that the baptist talksShe say she workin' for no no She came back a modelIt seems like I'm on his hollywood hillTrue you fat, you fat, you fat LordDown come tax meShe say me bring her to the beach man where grass never growOnly palomote and me heart knows how flow Fat you fat, you fat LordDown come tax meShe say she travel out the whole highland Me cause she never love no one but high manShe say in her heart there is a place for me If her mother lock the door and her father keep the keyWave up it's a tent and a coconut treeTrue she love meTrue you fat, you fat, you fat LordDown come tax meLordShe say she have to work seven days a week Still her day man is so cheapWhen night come she do have no place to sleepIt seems like her mother have her as a black sheepTrue she fat, you fat, you fat LordDown come tax meDown come tax meMe say me pray that the baptist talks Me say me pray that the baptist talksYou could a work in a Babylon until you broke your backYou could never get a big medal for thatTrue you fat, you fat, you fat LordDown come tax meWatch how she dress up in a Calvin KleinWatch how she dress up in a Ferlo 3GRound the yard she just a go on like me queenIt's a lucky thing me drop on the sceneMan she dress up in a WranglerShe dress up on like a SpanglerMe say she dress up in a beer big seedShe and her best friend they wanna ingridTrue she fat, you fat, you fat LordDown come tax me