Hub City Stompers

Mass Appeal

Hub City Stompers


I’m the one that’s out of step, I guess I’m the freak,
Living in a nation where the chic all look like junkies.
I find your skin & bones funky.
I want a girl with something in the trunky.
But if dimensions ain’t flat,
The narrow hips & minds declare you “fat”.
Skip a meal for the ideal of the skindustry.
Think they’re visionaries but I call them all assassins,
With the judgements they’re passin’,
Tell a girl of 13 what she has to fit her ass in.
Silicone on a stick
Ain’t nothing next to natural and thick.

You take the stem I’ll take the bloom.
Outside that Torrid dressing room,
That’s where you’ll find me chillin’,
So take Kate Moss ‘cause I want Kate Dillon.

The “F” in F-A-T reads “PH” to me!
I said the “F” in F-A-T reads “PH” to me!

Skinny Minny get the fuck out’ my face!
You look like you’re about to waste away to nothin’.
I want a girl with some stuffin’,
A couple extra pads of butter on that muffin.
It ain’t a fetish, it’s taste,
For those with hips and waist and body graced.
And “Mr. Perfect” with your insecurities,
You point and tease but, nigga please, you’re all ‘bout jookin’!
Big Mama’s got something cookin’.
Won’t admit it but you’d hit it when your boys ain’t lookin’,
But in the end it’s your loss,
Allowing shepherd’s flock to be the boss.

Your true desires, they shine through,
When others’ eyes are not on you.
So you can fake and you can front,
You can take Liv Tyler ‘cause it’s Mia that I want.

The “F” in F-A-T reads “PH” to me!
I said the “F” in F-A-T reads “PH” to me!

Deny the beauty that I see.
That’s less for them and more for me.
To your stick-figure-standard I remain defiant,
So keep your Vicki’s Secret while I peep Lane Bryant.

The “F” in F-A-T reads “PH” to me!
I said the “F” in F-A-T reads “PH” to me!

So when I take you out you’d better eat-it-up, eat-it-up.
When I get you home I’m gonna beat-it-up, beat-it-up.
‘Cause on that body I wanna pounce
And there’d better be alot-ee ‘cause skeletons don’t bounce.
I want my bed frame to shake,
So put away that salad, have a steak!

Don’t play the game, don’t try to hide.
Turn tears of shame to tears of pride.
It’s all in the eye of the beholder,
So put away your Barbie Doll, a real man didn’t mold her.

The “F” in F-A-T reads “PH” to me!
I said the “F” in F-A-T reads “PH” to me!
Reads "PH" to me!
Reads "PH" to me!

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