Chubby Princess
The sweat on your lips is the rest of your smack
Your breath starts to skip as your neck turns to slack
Lay down, my chubby princess, before you get some rest
'Cause tonight she's gonna put your crummy mattress to the test
And they say, not so many strawberries grow in the sea
'Cause it's too late for changes in my family
And all the phoney princes still hate my guts so much
'Cause I just don't believe in bad news before lunch
And if I went back to that whorehouse tonight
Do you think I'd find a reason for a princess not to bite
For those of us folks that good health does not bless
The best news for us is the end of our death
Lay down, my chubby princess, before you get some rest
'Cause tonight she's gonna put your crummy mattress to the test
And if I went back to that whorehouse tonight
Do you think I'd find a reason for a princess not to bite
My cock