The Dead South - Fat Little Killer Boy Lyrics
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Fat Little Killer Boy
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What Are The Lyrics For Fat Little Killer Boy By The Dead South?
Fat little killer boy
Eggs, sugar and joy Papa used to beat em and momma used to knead him Like some rolly-polly boy Now he's making food out of you Slicing this piece in two Hate taught how to make him Learn just how to bake em Into some tasty joy Fat little killer boy Don't tease him, just please him Tell him he's a good boy Or his hammer's coming down on you Oh, fat little killer boy Hit you in the head with a hammer Kill you and make up a batter Put you in a cake Bake you til you're great Cut you then served on a platter Perogies, cabbages too They teased you all the way through Called you little fatty Slapped you like a patty Now they're in a tasty stew Fat little killer boy Don't tease him, just please him Tell him he's a good boy Or his hammer's coming down on you Oh, you're so Fat little killer boy Don't tease him, just please him Tell him he's a good boy Or his hammer's coming down on you Oh, fat little killer boy Ha Fat little killer boy Eggs, sugar and joy Fat little killer boy Eggs, sugar and joy Fat little killer boy Eggs, sugar and joy Fat little killer boy Eggs, sugar and joy Fat little killer boy Eggs, sugar and joy Fat little killer boy Eggs, sugar and joy Fat little killer boy Eggs, sugar and joy Fat little killer boy Eggs, sugar and joy |
Who Wrote Fat Little Killer Boy By The Dead South?
Colton Craig Crawford, Daniel J Kenyon, Nathaniel William Hilts, Scott Matthew Pringle
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What's The Duration Of The Fat Little Killer Boy By The Dead South?The duration of Fat Little Killer Boy is 2:33 minutes and seconds. |
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