Lyrics

Thanks for doing this one, KJ! and crushing.


(I want to stomp on his testicles so he can feel the pain that I feel)

Well you’d better not call him late for dinner
Or you’ll end up like Marvis Frazier did
And if he ate a BLT
With that ferocity
There'd be a mountain of mayo
Glazing both of his chins
 
Don’t mess with the Michigan Man (Michigan Man, Michigan Man)
Don't mess with the Michigan Man. (I want to eat his children)
Don't mess with the Michigan Man. (you think I’m ludicrous, you’re the one that’s ludicrous)
 
Well the Michigan Man
He's got a bulging spare tire
In his third trimester (I love eating french fries almost as much as I love fornicating)
With a fleshly behind
Jiggles exude from those emergent moobs
Loves Fig Newtons
He’s a corpulent dude
There was a boxer at a rumble
Who was lecturing
That Cauliflower ear isn’t something you eat
But the Michigan Man
Had Ghrelin circulating
So he spit out his mouthpiece and he started to feed