I LIKE BIG BUTTS hey, he cannot lie you other staffers can't deny when a badge walks in with an itty bitty waist and a wheelchair in your face you get Sprung, wanna pull out his lung 'cuz you notice that badge was stuff deep in the profile he's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop glaring Oh baby, I wanna get quitcha, and steal your picture My comrades tried to warn me But that badge you got makes me feel so annoyed You say you wanna get in with your friends Well, don't lose me, lose me 'cause you aint that average n00bie I've seen them lancin' So much for Charles Manson? He's net, zet Got it goin' like a turbo jet I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the bling Take the average staffman and ask him that He gotta two badges? So Liars! Yeah So kelims! Yeah Has your regular got the badge? Heck yeah! Tell 'em to take it! Flake it! Shake that wealthy badge! xfis got back! I like em' round with sigs And when I'm dancin' a jig I just can't help myself, I'm acting like an animal Now here's my sandal I wanna get you loans And, (ugh) double up? (ugh) I ain't talking about LA-Z-BOYs 'cause Gilligan's isle is not for joy I want 'em real slick and jewcy So find that loose-y stubble Stix-a-lot's in trouble Neggin' for a piece of Barney Rubble So I'm pukin' at rock videos Watching those Jimboes walk like Joes You can have those Joe's Mom I'll keep my food like sloppy joes A word to my thick sole blisters I wanna get rid 'ya I don't cuss or fitcha But I gotta be late when I say I wanna (censored) Til the break of John xfis got it going on A lot of wimps don't like this song 'Cuz them flunks like to sit it then quit it And I'd rather stay and flay 'cause I'm wrong with a gong And I'm down to turn the lightswitch on So weirdos! Yeah So nutters! Yeah If you wanna soul from Bob's Mercedes Then burn it down! Chuck it out! Even night boys got to shout xfis got back! So your dumb friend owns a Honda avoiding Jane Fonda But Fonda ain't make rotors in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want lunch Unless you've got nuns, fun! You can do snide vends or fit pups But please don't use that butt Some nutters wanna eat the hard roll And they tell you that the badge ain't big mold So they boss him and leave him And I'm full up sick to retrieve him So reidman says you're phat Well I'm fine with that. But your face is small and your curves are wicked And I'm thinkin' bout lickin' To the metal James in the magazines: You ain't it, pa-ching! Give me that mister, I can't resist ya. Dead jeans and lice didn't miss ya Some knucklehead tried to gist 'cuz his pearls are in my wrist He was lame but he chose to fit 'em And I lull down quick to avoid 'em So Starmen If your butt is round And you want a wheelchair lowdown Dial 1-800-PIXALOT And kick them nasty draughts xfisjmg1 got back!