311 - Fat Chance lyrics

Na na na na na na aw yea

I've seen the devil and the devil is coke
Not down like that 'cause it
Ain't a fuckin' joke
Trip the shrooms fantastic, shit gets drastic
I didn't believe a word

Can you hear this can you hear in the
Make the music soothin' your system
Come on now, come on now
Hear the beat so sweet
I shouldn't tell you how

I'm a freak y'all i'm a freak y'all
I'm a freak y'all

Much love to my man Stan Thomas
Yeah you say like what up
To our man Eddy Offord
Eddy Offord, Eddy Offord
Eddy Offord, Eddy Offord
Eddy Offord, Eddy Offord
Eddy Offord, Eddy Offord

"Fuck the Bullshit"

Boom! "Fuck the Bullshit"'s what it is
311 "Fuck the Bullshit"'s what it is
311 "Fuck the Bullshit"'s what it is 311

You know I'm ready, yes to rock steady
My name's not Betty or Teddy, but Nick
And I'm what you might call a heretic
Yes, and I am from Nebraska
My girl is satisfied, you can ask her
You know I've never visited Alaska
Huh, where the oil was spilt
That drunken captain should be killed
For polluting the sea, an atrocity
He still walks free, well

This one goes to all the birds that drown
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

Just fuck the bullshit
Too many damn fears and panic
It's time to throw down and so
I said it words of
Wisdom that will keep you all guessing 'cause
I'm tired of laying and I'm
Tired of messing around
With all those suckers
Yes, those stupid motherfuckers
Who put down what we do
We stand alone with the group that's new

If I was a dwarf, I'd surely be Dopey
I'm a stoned wheat thin you cannot cope G
Kick in the teeth a condescending frown
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

(That's right, motherfucker)
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

Yeah, right about now I'd like to turn over
Mic the to my man SA Martinez

I am sly in the mix, I am the mix master
Death and destructor, lyric conductor
Rollin' with the rhythm of
The rhyme I'm rollin
Cold cap the parasites when I start to spazz
Nicholas hit's hard he's got the jazz
Now the B-boys rockin
Breakin' moves on the floor
311's stepping out, have 'em yellin for more
Go on hoping, I'm poetry in motion
When I fire, I spray, duck down, I'm locin'
P-Nut, the bass storm is looming
And in your mind, the rhythm is booming
P to the N to the U to the T

Just fuck the has-been's and
Their stupid-ass rambling
Brothers saying bullshit you can't
Come through with
Do it in the basement, no complacence
It's time to kick the fuck in begin to win
No sin and then share it, declare it
In the public domain, refrain

I'd be perfectly sad if rap was
A fad but it's not
So I'd thought I'd come out with a shot
Super dumb lyrics make you think I'm a clown
I don't give a fuck it's time to throw down

(That's right, motherfucker)
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Yeah
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

That's right, knockin' them down
Nineties, all that