Lyrics:
up seven rows
Because I'm fat (fat)
I'm fat, come on (really really fat)
You know I'm fat (fat)
I'm fat, you know it (really really fat)
You
Do a fat dance, do a fat dance
Do a, do a, do a fat dance
Do a fat dance, do a fat dance
Do a, do a, do a fat dance
Do a fat dance, do a fat
Big fat fuck feelin' like a big fat fuck
Big fat fuck feelin' like a big fat fuck
Big fat fuck feelin' like a big fat fuck
Big fat fuck
I'm feelin'
Well the County Fair left quite a mess
In the county yard
Kids with eyes as big as dollars
Rode all the rides
Strip artists and con artists
Put
Funky Solo
It's the money
'Tis fat
best
And gives his language a spiritual rest
He's just a faaa...
He's just a fat little baby!
Wa, wa, waaaaa...
He wants his bottle, and he don't
[Big Punisher]
Tired and relieved 'cause he alone?
We ain't got Artist of the Year, Rhyme of the Year
Grammy nominations 'cause we're fat
Fat boys cry when ugly girls sing
About the way the world would be if they were thin
And ugly girls turn their heads when fat boys laugh
About
Fat Lenny's gonna walk right into myself
Fat Lenny's gonna see myself (Reflect it back on myself)
Fat Lenny's gonna lick the shellack off
painting box
And your oils and brushes and your artist's smocks
What'll you do if the Muse gets lost
When I'm gone
You painted me in the way you said you
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[Rick] Me and Nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are Billboard charters
[Rick]
Hey fat man hey fat man
Hey I just get in your town
I'm gonna hang around
Yes I'm ready to fly
All over the town
Yes what your chick says
Fat man at the window
Bet you know why
Fat man at the window
Nobody wants to buy
Fat man, fat man, fat man
Nobody wants to know him
Fat man
back in the day (come on)
British Knights and gold chains (come on)
Do the prep and cabbage patch (come on)
And wear your laces all fat
Back in
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