Julia Stiles

[Chorus: Allday] Julia Stiles, I got Yeah, Allday Yeah, Julia Stiles, I got I don't know Fat fuck Yeah [Verse 1: Allday] Hello matey, it’s me, the so shapely Overweighty fat fuck, I'm ice-cream cone crazy (Yum) Oreo tasting, My father don’t praise me With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre (True) Socially awkward, I'm strange and I'm aloof They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube Now I'm driving 'round the city with a lady in my boot (Let me out) Innately I'm frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude Go walking like I'm Walter, wake up naked in a fugue Too many buegs and I'm slower than the YouTube sloth Wanna fuck with me? You do not (Haha) I'm fat, you should see me with my muumuu off Now these rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was See, I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks Catch me going fucking mental in a Bluejuice mosh [Chorus: Allday] Julia Stiles, I got, uh Julia Stiles, I got, what? Julia Stiles, I got, haha Should I keep going? Yeah [Verse 2: Allday] It’s the fat fuck boy with the flabby gut Breathing down your phone And you're like, "Go away, I’m hanging up" (Grr) But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up? Been days since he's smacking up Don’t even get me angry, punk See, I'm frustrating myself to be around me I'm like a twelvie towny, a real freaking Downy Found me in your driveway, just trying to key your Audi Wake up crying in a sweat from a dream of Bieber drowning Astoundingly disgusting, there’s really nothing there In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air 'Cause I can’t mow the lawn and the neighbours love to stare And my dad's like, "Yeah, you gotta grow a fucking pair" And my life is Solitaire, but I'm too dumb for cards Too hyper for Monopoly, I’m too drunk for bars More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse Trying to fuck all the time like I’m Susan and Karl [Spoken Interlude: Julia Stiles] I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close Not even a little bit, not even at all [Chorus: Allday] Yeah, Julia Stiles, I got Julia Stiles, I got Fat fuck, fat fuck