| Stories may be told, some right some wrong | 
| About the way I put together, the Hev D song | 
| Because the rhymes I recite, are powered like a rocket | 
| When I say «bass"Eddie F will drop it | 
| Decided in my mind to draw a picture that is perfect | 
| Listened to it over and over but it was worth it | 
| The Overweight Lover’s got the WHOLE party jumpin | 
| But that ain’t nothin cause I just started cuttin | 
| and flowin to the sound, created and designed | 
| by me Heavy D, the Overweighter with a rhyme | 
| Built like a bomb to destroy the place | 
| Yo Eddie F, rock the BASS | 
| Now when it comes to lovin, it can get no better | 
| I keep a girlie warm in the winter like a sweater | 
| Poetically spoken, the rest will get broken | 
| While other flip lips if you talk start chokin | 
| Take my gun and then aim it, your title I will claim it | 
| Grab a camera, take a picture, blow it up and then frame it! | 
| The Overweight Lover’s gonna dog the place | 
| So Eddie F, rock the BASS | 
| Ask I slam, but fly’s the tone | 
| to the beat that I speak upon the microphone | 
| Some describe my voice as a baritone | 
| But all I know is on the throne, I hold my own | 
| When you’re entered the joint, you knew that I would rip | 
| And there was hope that you could «e another Hev D hit | 
| So I won’t let you down, cause I’ma dog the place | 
| Yo Eddie F, rock the BASS |