Go Hoddy  Go Hoddy [HODINEM}  Go Hoddy  Go Hoddy  Aiiyo!!    First off fuck you bitch and the shit you say,  Diss me but at least I don't binge ad ain't gay  You claim to be big-boned but you'll fuck up your life  So fuck you fatboy drop the food lets fight  Plus, I'll pay your liposuction your stomachs full of shit  You fat cunt and white lard-assed dickhead  I'll keep on punchin' you think its fnny when your lettin' off a kef  Eatin' more food while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest  Die later, go ask the slimfast high leaders about their five ways to eat that you don't see when they released  Yo, Sweeney you shouldn't fuck around with me, coz you ain't ready for your next eat...  So fuck leeks, I'll let ya fat-ass know we iz rivals for life  But you might fuckin' die tonight (HaHa)  Fatboy killed himself on a big steak grill  Fuck wit me and get your stomach drilled...  You know    CHORUS: Grab 380's when ya see Hodson  Call the cops when ya see Hodson  You ate all you could at the picnic  I hope you relapse any minute  Motherfucker, you eat 'em up    Yo check this out your fat-ass ain't even on my level,  I'ma finish my fuckin' rhyme, you fat lard-assed faggot    Yo!  Eat all ya can, yo.  Eat all ya can, yo  One day your heart'll stop  Hodinem, fightin' back, you'll have a heart attack  Ben Sweeney gettin' his fat-ass floored for talkin' back loads  Fat-ass I'll murder ya, I'll show ya where the burgers are, at my own restaurant while you get the piss-took  Drop, the Mars, then ya heart'll stop, call the cops,  I'ma beat ya fat-ass Sweeney watch.    Now I Got all my homies makin' fun of ya Sweeney  Where's ya fuckin' mother now, there's only one of ya Sweeney  You a fat bastard, you can't fuckin' chase me,  While I run for seven minutes to the motherfuckin' P-U-B.    CHORUS: Grab 380's when ya see Hodson  Call the cops when ya see Hodson  You ate all you could at the picnic  I hope you relapse any minute  Motherfucker, you eat 'em up    You got a fat-ass but you ain't on no mission  Still, this ain't no freestyle of Ben gettin' killed with his stomach open  Eatin' more and more shit, I hope you iz just chokin'  You'll have a stroke, an now we know why you never fucked with me after that time  Coz you a fat motherfucker, you should cut down on the slim  Talkin' 'bout ya fuckin' dinner, it iz funny to me  You never get in trouble, I hope you choke on your tea  I'ma hard-headed fuckin' G,  I hope ya choke on ya fuckin' tea  Hey Ben, remember when I told you to fuck off that day?  It was obvious you'd eaten gravy  Now its all dessert, you gave up fuck all  49 thousand chips covered in gravy  While my songs makin' records break  2 and a half million sales by the second week  Motherfucker, you eat 'em up!    I'm twattin' ya now cuz I can't shoot you in school  Fuck that shit, I got an uzi in my bag  Get this shit off your dinner plate  Your pupils are dialated, you are pervailated  You will never get appriciated  I hope I watch 'em bury you, bastard  Cuz fat cunts get fucked up and choked up  If that don't work you'll get your throat cut  "What tha fuck?"  Iz you stupid?  I choke ya Sweeney with a fuckin' guitar chord and stuff ya in cardboard  Chopped up in a box, wit all ya flabby parts  I'll stomp on ya heart  Hodinem up in here, kill ya mother while you watch  If I were you I'd lock ya doors  Cuz I'll beat ya up worse that Tupac Shakur    You a fat bastard  Gettin' heart attack seizures  I'll feed ya cheese-burgers from McDonalds and McGreases  Fat bastard  Fattened up fuck up  Hodinem will always be  I'll kill ya and leave the country!!!