| Hey phatty phat phat
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| Phatty phat phat
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| What you got for us
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| Hey phatty phat phat
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| Phatty phat phat
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| What you got for us
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| I’m sick eating jellow mix straight up out the packet
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| While wearin a brown leather Indiana Jones jacket
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| I’m not the run of the mill or flash of the pan
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| Keyed up like Jim Hailwit with tight wrist bands
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| I’m like a mix of Zartan, Batman and Hob Goblin
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| The multiple man metamorphosisin and transformin
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| Abuse a mic like a junkie would do a drug
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| As I smack my head against the wall and catch me a buzz
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| No sound, sounds like this does here
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| And if you’re quiet you can hear the music crawlin in my ears
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| I’ll split your melon with a mallet like I’m Gallagher’s brother
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| And if it wasn’t for talent we’d be some broke mother fuckers
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| I’m a cannibal I’m salted and twisted while eatin pretzels
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| Screaming eat beef stabbin you with dinner utensils
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| I’m under pressure like a paper weight
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| Sick minds are curved so we have a hard time getting things straight
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| Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
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| Phatty phat phat (what)
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| What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)
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| Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
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| Phatty phat phat (what?)
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| What you got for us (straight up ass hole)
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| Yo I’m a giant like a said and hold my subliminal visuals
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| In the shape of and individual pissed off
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| And lookin to lift off the rocket launch and blast off
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| In to outer space where the starts be at
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| I’m phat they call me phatso straight up ass hole
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| Say my big Mac boxes could build my Mac ass a castle
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| A sick son of a bitch and dirty bastard
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| My product is toxic so they label it biohazard
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| Hasn’t it been a while since you wanted to crank the dial to ten plus
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| And bust the speakers and rip the cones
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| Blown like the minds of those
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| Who been exposed to the frigid and frosty flows
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| Fillin a hole in the soul feelin out of control
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| Enough to wanna wrap your ride around a phone pole
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| I’m loco and grandee like a luchador
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| Pullin airial manoeuvre’s at three hundred pounds or more
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| Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
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| Phatty phat phat (what)
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| What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)
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| Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
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| Phatty phat phat (what?)
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| What you got for us (straight up ass hole)
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| What you got for us
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| Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
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| Phatty phat phat (what)
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| What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)
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| Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
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| Phatty phat phat (what?)
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| What you got for us (Straight up ass hole)
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| What you got for us
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| What you got for us
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| What you got for us
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| What you got for us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hey Phatty , by - Jamie Madrox. Song from the album Phatso, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп