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Matt, Matt
Wake up!

I was thinking about how there's no
True end to anything
Everything comes from and goes to
The same place: NOWHERE
So, if

(Oooo)
Riding with the pack gon' get a slap (get a slap)
You a pussy, you just like a matt (yeah a matt)
Pull up in a cat thats just all black (yeah

Yeah Kuntry Kingz on the track yeah
Turn me up yeah
Matt tang in this thing
Yeah
Got my boy Shayden riding with me
Turn me up yeah

Let's just make up a song
Matt just start playing something and
I’ll make up a song

We're out in Kingston
And the show is very hot out in Kingston

a favorite player in every single sport
I'm not gon' answer those questions
Let's go

Matt, what up?
(That was my phone)
Shoutout to Boogie Brown

on the track
Bro just stopped in his tracks
Boy just got caught, boy he just lacked
Thinking bout Matt
Running it up with no party, no whack
Where is this chase,

Mattersville

NOFX

Fat Music, Vol. 6: Uncontrollable Fatulence

2002

Trashy, Mod,
And Kath are staying up

Nathan, Matt and Dad
Are passing out when
California cracks
We're all goin' down

a part of this
But if I run away I'll probably slip and trip and fall
I be standing big and tall
I be hanging with my dawgs
But my nigga Matt locked up
So

neck neck neck neck
Me and Matt we runnin up a check check check check
Sayin I ain’t good yuh bet bet bet bet
Run up on me finna get bleh bleh bleh bleh

I got banana
Badista data
I deadata bayuadada
I bought a banana
I got a banana
Only esthadata
Flegey adasata shlata
I got...
Matt, Matt! Hold the mic

Matt all up in your spot baby/ big money yeah/Talking bout a lot baby
I ain’t finna play around and take a lost baby/ you better pay like it weight you

great, but fuck all that other shit, I'm so sick 
Of all that weak shit that's taking up space on the charts (Matt, calm down, dude, wha-what's up?)
Fuck

Brother Sport

Animal Collective

Merriweather Post Pavilion

dumb
But try to think of what you want
You got to open up your
Open up your, open up your throat
Matt

Open up your (open up your)
Open up your

(Your call has been forwarded
To an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message)

Hey, it's Matt, what's up?
Whatcha'

I can trust my hustle, it really got me
Fill up the gas and take off like a rocket
Matt beating up the beat I call him Rocky
If you ain’t talking

Brother Sport

Animal Collective

Merriweather Post Pavilion [Bonus Track]

2009

dumb
But try to think of what you want
You got to open up your
Open up your, open up your throat
Matt

Open up your (open up your)
Open up your

(Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system, at the tone, please record your message)

*beep*

Hey, it's Matt, what's up

(Ervo, what the fuck?)
Like, where the bros at?
I'm tryna bend, like
Who tryna go meet they friend?
KT, Gutt, Matt, Sam
Up knock with the both of my

stabbed in my back
But every time I say it I am wrong
It's just me and Matt up in the studio recording songs
Yeah this is where I belong

Would never tell

Daymen Matt DM coming
Up I am trying

Onda yokolo yoko yah
Okuya komesho
Onda tokolo toko yah
Okuthigapo oluhepo
Toko to to
Tokolo toko ya
Tokolo toko ya

Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up on me
Matt black
Bullet proof
Five percent tint
Shawty you cute
Come scoop
You know what it is
You know what

black
We're coming and were on the attack
Hells gates can't hold us back
We got the keys check the book of matt
Put your hands up make em smack
We united

on yeah "What's That?"
I'm making slaps like a motherfucking wrestling matt
I pull up with lasers attached
I'm taking your everything and you not getting it

I ain't never put one in nobody's back
That's a fact, they just talk like they're similar to Matt
Up and down, front to back

But all I'm seein' is