Yo fuck this ugly bitch and that crew cut she sports
only thing tough about Rosie,are her Boxer shorts
Why even listen to her ideas, and fuckin waste time
I only have one thing in common wit her, my waistline
Thank God this bitch dont ride the hog,she's the symbol of dyke
she's an automatic wheelie, juss put her on tha back of ya bike
This bitch look like a food makin, Clay Aiken, takin forty pounds of bacon
down any hole that vacant,while each hand got a chicken in a bag shakin
Rosie acts all smart , but really though this fat heffer has been stupid all her life
Told her I entered her in a pie eating contest,she was like I won't cheat on my wife
I bet watever brave soul goes down on Rosie,has to hold their breath
Might as well call her box a coffin, because it smells juss like death
When my girl is cold I give her my sweater,that's one easy call
I'm human I'd let Rosie wear it too, but I know it would be to small
Wit all honesty Rosie don't have a dick,her poor dildo's get her erections
She use em to the end,her sex toy collection, looks like a burnt candle section