-> "Me Against The Buffet"
Original Song Title:
"Me Against The Music"
Parody Song Title:
"Me Against The Buffet"
The Lyrics
All fat people in the crowd
C'mon take this buffet down
[B:] It's me against the buffet
It's just me
[M:] And me
[B:] Yeah
[M:] C'mon
Hey Burpmey?
[B:] Are you ready?
[M:] Uh-huh, are you?
The fight is on
It's urgin' my gut, increasin' my waist
Just pile on tons
The spaghetti is hangin' all over my plate
And don't get scared
Cuz you're the only skinny person up in this place
Tonight I'm here
Said the mob is strong, but I gotta get cake
I'm up against the sneeze guard, tryna get a piece of chicken
I bite the competition, me after the meat
I want an ice cream cone, I'm tryna get a cone
We gon' really have to battle, saddle up and get those cattle
Gotta' hit 'em, chic-a-taa
In a minute I'm a take a you on, It's gonna be on
Hey, hey, hey
[CHORUS]
knock those people to the floor
Stop them to the plates
Bite the people getting more
This dinner is a race
All my people big and round
Burstin' out their pants
All fat people in the crowd
Cleanin' out the pans
Get back in line, no second repetitions
without takin' this crowd ( must take on this crowd)
The lard is attacking, must move quick
'fore there nothing left but crumbs
I'm almost there
I'm getting beat bad, too deep to escape
The bone's are bare
And stomache's are movin' all over the place
I'm kicked and burned
I'm bit by Star Jones, punchin' out Roseanne
Too close to turn
I can smell the mashed pot. cookin' in the pan
I'm up against the sneeze guard, tryna get a piece of chicken
I bite the competition, me after the meat
I want an ice cream cone, I'm tryna get a cone
We gon' really have to battle, saddle up and get those cattle
Gotta' hit 'em, chic-a-taa
In a minute I'm a take a you on, It's gonna be on
Hey, hey, hey
[CHORUS]
knock those people to the floor
Stop them to the plates
Bite the people getting more
This dinner is a race
All my people big and round
Burstin' out their pants
All fat people in the crowd
Cleanin' out the pans
I'm wantin' more, gotta take control
Time to get nasty, Stomp 'em to the floor
This crowd is rowdy, and I'm gettin' hungry
Get Ready
I'm gon' fight all night long
[M:] Hey Burpmey, this buffet war is real deadly
Go grab your fork, we gon' take down this fat sea
Obese Lady, don't you think you've had enough
Since you think you so bad, i'ma smother you in fat
All fat people in the crowd, cleanin' out the pans
C'mon Burpmey tackle flab, take this buffet down
Get in vicious mode, to get some a la mode
I'll shoot somebody, if they touch my roll
B**** you're nobody, even though you're lardy
Reach again
And you'll pull back a nub!
[CHORUS]
knock those people to the floor
Stop them to the plates
Bite the people getting more
This dinner is a race
All my people big and round
Burstin' out their pants
All fat people in the crowd
Cleanin' out the pans
[Madinna']
All fat people in the crowd, take this buffet down
C'mon Burpmey take 'em down, fighting for a taste
All my people big and round, cleanin' out the pans
C'mon Burpmey, knock that frown, cuz we beat the crowd
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