Slam 1 - Big Mister
its funny how you mention my plethora of girth
this coming from Mister looks like hes given birth
whose idea of excersise is lifting a fork
while drinking straight gravy and munching on pork
See, working at Mcdonalds aint a problem, its true
coz further down the menu they make salads too
so dont even try to give me your flack
Mister Quarter pounder with fries, choc shake and Big Macs
Mister bucket of chicken with pride and with flair
who can eat the whole lot and not want to share
Mister cheese sauce on salads runny eggs and a steak
so dont even try to mess with my weight
i loves ya big brother, Mister 200 plus pounds
you say uv got looks i say thats profound
last time i looked i can run down the street
Mister tries to look down but cant see his feet?
so the next you try and mess with my groove
remember big Mister i got all the moves
so dont try to beat me, it'll end up the same
you may have the looks, but bro ive got the game
Copyright © James Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012
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