Fat Peolple Are Dying and Denying and The NAAFA Girls Are Lying

You're dying
There's no denying
Stop the crying
And stop the lying (to yourself)

Early grave
Rant and rave
For the save
You must behave

I ain't Shawn Hannity
And I ain't no manatee
So stop the insanity
And the shameless vanity

The fat has piled
Don't go wild
Or get all riled
Like a child

You waddle
I don't coddle
Baby bottle 
Skinny model

It's your fault
Not the salt
Put a halt
To the double malt

Stop talking
Start walking
You're hulking
Stop balking

NEVER MIND... EAT! 

Proud Plumpette offers a rebuttal.

Uh. Uh.

I'm fat.
What you gonna do about that?
You can't make me walk,
All you got is shit talk.

I got food.
And I'm in the mood,
to eat a double and a triple
and the fries with the ripples.

Check out that meat skirt!

I got guts.
And a big gut too.
Got a panny, big as granny,
And I wear a muumuu.

Don't bother shaving my legs,
I smell like hardboiled eggs.
I do my hair and my nails,
I swear I'm a glamour whale.

I'm big and beautiful,
you better believe my mouth is full
Of rhymes and sweets,
I'll bust a cap if I don't eat.