Hey Phatty

Jamie Madrox

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    Hey phatty phat phat
    Phatty phat phat
    What you got for us
    Hey phatty phat phat
    Phatty phat phat
    What you got for us

    I'm sick eating jellow mix straight up out the packet
    While wearin a brown leather Indiana Jones jacket
    I'm not the run of the mill or flash of the pan
    Keyed up like Jim Hailwit with tight wrist bands
    I'm like a mix of Zartan, Batman and Hob Goblin
    The multiple man metamorphosisin and transformin
    Abuse a mic like a junkie would do a drug
    As I smack my head against the wall and catch me a buzz
    No sound, sounds like this does here
    And if you're quiet you can hear the music crawlin in my ears
    I'll split your melon with a mallet like I'm Gallagher's brother
    And if it wasn't for talent we'd be some broke mother fuckers
    I'm a cannibal I'm salted and twisted while eatin pretzels
    Screaming eat beef stabbin you with dinner utensils
    I'm under pressure like a paper weight
    Sick minds are curved so we have a hard time getting things straight

    Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
    Phatty phat phat (what)
    What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)
    Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
    Phatty phat phat (what?)
    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
    In the shape of and individual pissed off
    And lookin to lift off the rocket launch and blast off
    In to outer space where the starts be at
    I'm phat they call me phatso straight up ass hole
    Say my big Mac boxes could build my Mac ass a castle
    A sick son of a bitch and dirty bastard
    My product is toxic so they label it biohazard
    Hasn't it been a while since you wanted to crank the dial to ten plus
    And bust the speakers and rip the cones
    Blown like the minds of those
    Who been exposed to the frigid and frosty flows
    Fillin a hole in the soul feelin out of control
    Enough to wanna wrap your ride around a phone pole
    I'm loco and grandee like a luchador
    Pullin airial manoeuvre's at three hundred pounds or more

    Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
    Phatty phat phat (what)
    What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)
    Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
    Phatty phat phat (what?)
    What you got for us (straight up ass hole)

    What you got for us

    Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
    Phatty phat phat (what)
    What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)
    Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
    Phatty phat phat (what?)
    What you got for us (Straight up ass hole)

    What you got for us
    What you got for us
    What you got for us
    What you got for us

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    Composition: Jamie Madrox

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