Fattest Skinny Kid Alive

[Intro] To the Batmobile, let's go Yo', Manix man, I'mma take this one kinda slow, alright? [Verse 1] Welcome to the flipside Hope he can swim, cause if he can't, he gonna drown on a rip tide It's pourin', plus the old man ain't snoring Cause he gotta get up pretty damn early in the morning Cause I'm slammin' like Basketball Jones Swoopin' out thrones and leaving nothing but the break bones You suckers disgust me like low fat Gimme' a bat and I'll show you where your head at Tryna' hit the row with the paddles you little bocce? I think you better stay home and eat your broccoli Cause you still got a long ways to go So you better step northeast cause you picked the wrong chump You ain't ready to throw with the mighty man And don't forget about the rest of the band So you better get used to the shrine Cause I've been rappin' as long as I can write rhymes These grandma hands make stuff like pottery To making too too many shots, you'd think it start an astrology You wanted to live so tell about what you went through You couldn't cut the mustard if I gave you a Ginsu [DJ Buttafingaz scratching] [Verse 2] Quickly, step to the side cause I'm coming through You think you was looking to call me W or double-you? So how could you think you outdid me While I'm getting getaways quicker than a kidney That was to a rabbit as sticky then you're a total pigeon You know you couldn't even blow a rhyme in a circle You little kiddies are getting a bit too frolicky Throwing me lot more sorries than an apology Pass me the chalk and the vite Court Plea Let me give it the proper operation that it needs So allow me to put a end to weak melody Need it for suckers like peanut butter and cellery Switch up the zone and put words that I kick with ease And you with the face, not feel a pygmy And let her resent like Tia's mama More tooth than a sharp pair of shears And given that, I couldn't throw up a chop suey You remember the day you watched Wicca Pool Then you'll know what it's like to take a nosedive Beat by the fattest skinny kid alive! [Break] 'Aight, we're gonna break it down for a second, and I'mma catch my breath And I'mma let Buttafingaz go off on a scratch for a minute Dude, Buttafingaz, when I give it to you; come up with that funkyassdiculous-dope scratch Go for it [Verse 3] Yeah, let me show you how the big boys play Thinking 'bout us bust out [into the fat?] girl on a Wednesday While I grab the steel and put you through an ordeal Some kneel before me or feel who's more real I'mma do best, mom, look out for the plaque! Start flowin' so much, I'll be in need of a maxipad It went so fast, my pen undelaney Do so many torques, my song will be a felony [?] confront me Well shit, that's what you get for being clumsy Get more, steppin' up, finger the competition I got more jerks in my basement than you do in twitches Hope you all get played out like Batman Work like pay dirt and bust by the Fatman And I take over like a doctor Boy, I'm on 'em so fast, I swear they make me report this Who gets whip cream and rough as a calis That's to all my lizards, they call me Mr. Mathers With a soul intent for destruction One more hit for the Downstairs Productions [Outro] The fattest skinny kid alive! x4