All the way up, my blood pressure's peakin, it's all the way up
my heart valves are leakin', it's all the way...
My crony Joey told me lean back off the fried cuisine
I can't slide a thing in thots who beg to ride the peen
I reminisce over bros I knew who died as fiends
slaves to the portions, piling up the plates
tippin' scales 'cause they pushed that other kinda weight
kicked out the crib, asking brother can you spare some ribs
not the cage kind encasing your organs
you killed 'em off slowly from gorging, now you met the morgue end