Tennessee Football Offices. 11:30 a.m., November 4th, 2008.
Fulmer: Well, that does it. I'm off Atkins for the next month.
He takes a donut from green and white box. A solitary tear runs down his cheek.
PF: I just...what am I gonna do with the rest of my life?
[A GREAT RUMBLING OF BASS AND MUCH SHAKING]...
Marky M: YeaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Phil Fulmer: Couldn't you have taken the door?
Marky M: FAT BOYZ BOUT TO PUREE THIS SHIT LIKE A STEAK SMOOTHIE, LAWYA! STAY STROOOONNG AND DROP...THAT....BEEEEEAAAAAAAT!!!!
BREAK YO' SELF FOOL it's the Velvet Fog
Pissin' on them chump haterz like a crazy dog
Like the hustlaz in the streets who be makin' it snow
Phil Fulmer, Marky M, yo we makin' the show
Drop them tightass pants and them Atkins fools
My belly's not a gut, it's a shed for my tool
Get the forklift out and you get it quick
Cause lo-carb bitches gots to suck this dick
And if they wanna get the meat you gotta move some pounds
Marky M and fat boys straight keepin' it round
You can fire Fat Boyz either righty or lefty
But we keep our buffets and buyouts hefty
T. Stutz, tell them lawyaz what it's bout.
Tom Amstutz: REEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXX!!!! I'm fat, and I'm resigning, too.
To let these bitches know Fat Boyz don't stay down
Might tip us over
Might wreck the Rover
Might put us in a diabetic coma
With a cherry turnover
But one thing you gotta know
They way we makin' this dough
We literally make dough
No, seriously. I was paid in cookie dough.
BACK TO THAAAA TRAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fat Boyz in the building tonight
Turn the AC on, cause we melting this ice
You don't even gotta bring your jacket out
Cause we keepin' it hot like it's the dirty souf
Fat Phil sittin on his desk with hands
On his face cause he just got tha boot from the man
So sad that he paid for gettin' the can
So sad that he got a problem with his wackass glands
It's ain't the hand you got,
It's the playa,
And if we talking games
You can call me the mayor
McCheese, if you please
And you down on you knees
Sucka MCs blowin'
like a tropical breeze
Fat Boy, keep them chins high
Eyes to the sky
Every playa gotta bleed
For them bacon pies
Every player gotta live
three lifes fore he die
Every player gotta sample
That he dyin' to try--WHAT!!!
And for Marky M...
That sample is cherry almond bark from Trader Joe's!
THAT SHIT IS UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Keep it greasy, Phil. Pimp a pimp for life.
BRING IT BY THE POUND AND THEY CAN'T BRING YOU DOWN!!!
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