Fattie

Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down
Flip your frown around, cuz I came to get down
But could you? Naw, cuz ya woulda if ya coulda
Kick the mad styles so step off the frankfooter
Everybody knows that I can flow
How do ya know? Because I told ya so
That in the NFL I’d be an all-pro
Cuz I go, to and fro, so back to the flow
We started out new, we used to be true
We true, what? Kung-Fu Schnick dudes
Get you in the mood like my homey Perry Cuomo
Bustin' over beats whether speed is fast or slow-mo
Fattiebumballattie, Fat
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Fattiebumballattie
Got ya double-checkin' as I reckon for a second
Words of wisdom is my weapon, never ever half-steppin'
To the uncut, 8-track, P-Funk, reminice
(First I have to bum-bum the bass like this!)
Fester the funk fetch an old school collection
Dip, dip, dive on a soul-vibe trek-a
Microphone checka, one two checka
Fattiebumballattie, Figeta Fat
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Fattiebumballattie
I’m floatin' like a boat in a moat, uh oh!
And when I clear my throat «That's all she wrote»
The way you will describe me is just funky, fly, and fresh
And now ya nod ya noggin cuz ya like my lyrics, yes?
That’s right, diggit. I jingle and I jangle
It’s another manic Monday but you know we’re not the Bangles
Vowels and consonants 'a flowin' with confidence 'a
Makin' MCs believe I’m a monument
Battin' like The Big Hurt no I never slump-a
Shake your rump-a
The brother got the rap, the brother got the rap
Groove with the G on the abstract map
Furthermore I freak the mic easy like a Commodore
Hip-hop phenomenon with native rhymes galore
I’m the groove gladiator, funk formulator
Soul stimulator, microphone manipulator
First rater, greater illustrator on the fader
Bass in the space means «Peace, see ya later!»
Fattiebumballattie, Figeta Fattiebumballattie
Fattie-bumballattie
Fattiebumballattie, break it down!