The Consequence of Misspellings

“Loose Yourself” By M&M

Look, if you learned your spelling,
From the internet,
Would you write this song?

His head is sweaty, knees weak, stomach heavy,
There’s food caught in his beard like a yeti,
He’s nervous, and under his belt he slides his hands and his palms,
but he keeps on groanin’ with his head down,
His paunch is endowed,
He opens his mouth, and some Cheetos come out,
He’s choking how, his gut he’s stroking now,
He ate not just the burger, he ate the whole cow,
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes some fabric he,
Oh, there goes a seam, he choked,
He’s so fat, but he won’t give up that
cheese he, no
He won’t have it, though he’s busting his coat,
It don’t matter, he needs scope,
He puts everything in his throat
He’s so full that he knows
When he bends over or makes any move, that’s when it’s
Back to the Gap again yo,
This whole eatin’ spree,
He better go handle this moment and hope it don’t pass him

You better loose yourself in the waistband, with a free hand,
You can’t breathe, but you better do it slow,
You only get one shot, do not rip your pants you know,
These jeans are blowing up at the seams yo

His gut’s escaping, over the top it is shaping,
His adbomen is large and it’s aching,
He hit the Burger King, but he should not have had that second order,
Ass is coming off its mooring, flesh creeping over the border,
It only grows harder, only grows hotter,
He might blow all over but there’s a crowd all around him,
Dangerous like Voldemort and Harry Potter,
Might explode, stretching clothes,
He’s grown fatter from home, now breathing’s a bother,
Circulation is going, soon gonna need a spotter,
But now he knows, the popcorn shouldn’t bought her,
Button ready to blow, people run for the door,
Projectile breaks loose at high velocity, “fore”
Ricochets and takes down a grandma
So his belt is torn and unfolds
I suppose it’s old but should have held up better
Da da dum da dum da da

You better loose yourself in the waistband, with a free hand,
You can’t breathe, but you better do it slow,
You only get one shot, do not rip your pants you know,
These jeans are blowing up at the seams yo

Where did that extra “o” ever come from?