Fat Queen


Far away from here, there is this land
There lives a fat queen. Tyrant of first class
Men works to serve her. They carry her the food
If someone refuses she will eat em’ too

Casttle filled with dirt. Covered in remains
Dirty men enslaved by lust. Craving after her
No mirrors at the walls. Towers of black stone
You gotta please your fat queen

Bring the delicasies. Bring her all the sweets
Taste the domination that she shares from her sheets
And they won’t deny it. They know what they need
They’ll get the first prize when they crawl up her fat feet

Leader of their world. Calls all the cards.
Even they don’t know the game. Still she lets them play
No mirrors at the walls. Towers of black stone
You gotta please your fat queen

Mouth like a waste mill. Grinding endlessly
She knows their desires so they have to let her eat
Obey your goddes. She won’t set you free
No matter how your back hurts. You will have to keep her plesed

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