Baby you hanging out with the women to much
All worried about your weight and then your hair
I already told you about that cracked mirror you got
And I know you can afford a different glare

If that's a ten pound add on
Then your ass is way to thin
That's an ego trip on that radar blip
And men don't sing that way

What you talkin about Willis
Are you feeling blue
Do want the high of last week
Just ask I'll whip it up for you

I could do a little picky
That would probably make you grin
But it's a route I won't talk about
Because of all who listen in

And it's not the bad boys who make the noise
Coz they'd laugh their ass off there
It was a fart that prayed for wind
Coz it's smell got stuck in the air lol