[Verse 1]
I'm a role model, bitch, come take a look at me
I might be overweight, oh wait, by that I mean obese
Be a dropout, fuck your school and be like me
A loser all alone and eating food you baked the other week
It's fucking mac and cheese
Jesus, man, I think I need a friend to come and help me out
I need a person I can see
I got a fanbase but not for shit on music
See, I film my dad like every day and now my body's suffering
Take a look, I'm bigger than I've ever been
And I don't mean I'm super famous, kid, I mean my tits
They're fucking huge, like a year before I'm getting thin
Now I'm getting fatter I've been whacking turning twenty-six
My fucking hair is grey, yeah I know it's very strange
Thanks, I can't believe you point[ed] it out, it's so embarrasing
I'm overweight, yeah I know when people stare at me
Lord, why did you have to bear me with my father's DNA?
Let's switch it up a little bit

[Verse 2]
I got the sheer strength of a God flowing through my hairy palms
This is very odd, Rocky taking weary shots
Think I'm hearing thoughts, what the fuck is going on
How'd a rap about my weight just turn into a different song?
I'm not falling off, this is where I'm getting wrong
Hi, my name is Chris Norton tell me, sir, are you a cop?
I'll leave and then I'll run, where is my machete now
Tell me, did it contemplate [?] walking off?
Oh my God, I think I need to take a drag
So someone roll me up a cigarette I'm getting mad
I've lived a straight edge, I don't smoke or drink but, dad
What's the point of living life to diet, doesn't hurt to ask?
Like a shade of black, crazy man I hate to add
Damn, I need directions [?] then a place to crash
Face a faceless task, maybe I can make a [?] but first I need to grab a blade and then my Jason mask
(Wait, this is Michael Myers)