I've got a word of thanks, thanks that I'd like to say For the way that I feel, the way that I feel today Got stacks, got stacks Stacks of chips on my
people showing up Packing crowds jam-packed venues Needles collapse, while atmosphere continue Sprinkle that, winning like that, moving like that, hitting like that The melody is fat
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If you believe the western sun Is falling down on everyone If you break it free and the mornings come If you would know your time has come If you believe
Oh my God, that's the funky shit Oh my God, that's the funky shit Hey Hey Hey Oh my God, that's the funky shit Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Oh my God
This is dangerous Open up your head filled with shell shock This is dangerous I walk through mindfields, I watch your head rot This is dangerous Open
Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up
Damage destructor, crowd disrupter Youth corrupter, everytimer Yeah, damage destructor, crowd disrupter Mainliner, everytimer Taste me, taste me Succumb
If you belive the western sun is falling down on everyone your breaking free the mornings come if you would know your time has come If you belive the
Say we don't need it Woe, woe, fat chance That I'd Now don't be waiting Woe, woe, fat chance Say we don't need it Woe, woe, fat chance
don't stop it Just drop it, more like it's hot miss Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin' with Joe Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I Put a
Storming through the party like my name was El Nino When I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me
Hollywood is a breeding ground for assholes Egos get as big, as Billy Corgans (THAT'S BIG!) Skinny girl, eat some more food! Muscleman, you look like
Ho, yeah Coca, I can make you famous, ow We live from Zip's in Harlem tonight Two in the mornin' (Come on) Krillz Yeah, yo, yo He thinks he's A, she
to do The famous fat boy dance for you Give me half a chance I just know you'll like my fat boy's dance Davy the fat boy, Davy the fat boy Isn't he,
Sittin' with the fat man Tryin' to get a loan Talkin' about horses And the women that we've known Spittin' on the sidewalk Squintin' into the sun Greetin
Who in the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? [Lil Jon] Let's Go! [Chorus: Fat
I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble. Came out the gate, on some flow Joe fat with shotty