My brain cells were all aching.
The questions were all confusing,
Do you get what I'm saying?
Of course you don't!
Cuz you ain't ever had any tests!
Yea, I'm talking to you, Lara
You do nothing but rest.
No wonder you so heavy,
You little moofie with fats.
I'd make you walk around,
If you didn't fail that.
Well, maybe May can come back
And help you lose some pounds,
Make you lick till you slim down,
Turn your life back around.
Go chase some big lizards,
Since hunting's your occupation.
We'll feed you less gizzards
And start the lyposuction.
Dedicated to our fatsy Lara.
