Jamie Madrox - Hey Phatty lyrics
[Jamie Madrox - Hey Phatty lyrics]
Hey phatty phat phat
(Manners are the healthy ways
Of doing things) phatty phat phat
What you got for us (and Emerson was right)
Hey phatty phat phat (Be extra, be yourself)
Phatty phat phat what you got for us
(But be yourself as others see you)
I'm sick eating Jell-O mix straight
Up out the packet
While wearin' a brown leather
Indiana Jones jacket
I'm not the run of the mill
Or flash in the pan
Keyed up like Jim Hellwig
With tight wristbands
I'm like a mix of Zartan
Batman and Hobgoblin
The Multiple Man metamorphosisin'
And transformin'
Abuse a mic like a junkie would do a drug
As I smack my head against the
Wall and catch me a buzz
No sound sounds like this does here
And if you're quiet you can hear
The music crawlin' in my ears
I'll split your melon with a
Mallet like I'm Gallagher's brother
And if it wasn't for talent
We'd be some broke motherfuckers
I'm a cannibal, i'm salted and twisted
While eatin' pretzels
Screaming eat beef stabbin' you
With dinner utensils
I'm under pressure like a paper weight
Sick minds are curved so we have
A hard time getting things straight
Hey phatty phat phat (Oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?) what you got for us
(I'm phat, they call me Phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us (Straight up assholes)
Yo I'm a giant like a sentinel
And my subliminal visuals
In the shape of an individual pissed off
And lookin to lift off the
Rocket launch and blast off
Into outer space where the stars be at
I'm phat they call me
Phatso straight up asshole
Save my Big Mac boxes could build
My mack ass a castle
A sick son of a bitch and dirty bastard
My product is toxic so
They label it biohazard
Hasn't it been a while since you wanted
To crank the dial to ten plus
And bust the speakers and rip the cones
Blown like the minds of those
Who been exposed to the
Frigid and frosty flows
Fillin' a hole in the soul
Feelin out of control
Enough to wanna wrap your ride
Around a phone pole
I'm loco and grande like a luchador
Pullin aerial maneuvers at three
Hundred pounds or more
Hey phatty phat phat (Oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?) what you got for us
(I'm phat, they call me Phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us (Straight up assholes)
Hey phatty phat phat (Oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us?
(I'm phat, they call me Phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us? (Straight up assholes)
What you got for us? What you got for us?
What you got for us
Hey phatty phat phat (Oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us?
(I'm phat, they call me Phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us? (Straight up assholes)
What you got for us? What you got for us?
What you got for us?
What you got for us? What you got for us?
What you got for us? What you got for us?
What you got for us?
(Manners are the healthy ways
Of doing things) phatty phat phat
What you got for us (and Emerson was right)
Hey phatty phat phat (Be extra, be yourself)
Phatty phat phat what you got for us
(But be yourself as others see you)
I'm sick eating Jell-O mix straight
Up out the packet
While wearin' a brown leather
Indiana Jones jacket
I'm not the run of the mill
Or flash in the pan
Keyed up like Jim Hellwig
With tight wristbands
I'm like a mix of Zartan
Batman and Hobgoblin
The Multiple Man metamorphosisin'
And transformin'
Abuse a mic like a junkie would do a drug
As I smack my head against the
Wall and catch me a buzz
No sound sounds like this does here
And if you're quiet you can hear
The music crawlin' in my ears
I'll split your melon with a
Mallet like I'm Gallagher's brother
And if it wasn't for talent
We'd be some broke motherfuckers
I'm a cannibal, i'm salted and twisted
While eatin' pretzels
Screaming eat beef stabbin' you
With dinner utensils
I'm under pressure like a paper weight
Sick minds are curved so we have
A hard time getting things straight
Hey phatty phat phat (Oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?) what you got for us
(I'm phat, they call me Phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us (Straight up assholes)
Yo I'm a giant like a sentinel
And my subliminal visuals
In the shape of an individual pissed off
And lookin to lift off the
Rocket launch and blast off
Into outer space where the stars be at
I'm phat they call me
Phatso straight up asshole
Save my Big Mac boxes could build
My mack ass a castle
A sick son of a bitch and dirty bastard
My product is toxic so
They label it biohazard
Hasn't it been a while since you wanted
To crank the dial to ten plus
And bust the speakers and rip the cones
Blown like the minds of those
Who been exposed to the
Frigid and frosty flows
Fillin' a hole in the soul
Feelin out of control
Enough to wanna wrap your ride
Around a phone pole
I'm loco and grande like a luchador
Pullin aerial maneuvers at three
Hundred pounds or more
Hey phatty phat phat (Oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?) what you got for us
(I'm phat, they call me Phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us (Straight up assholes)
Hey phatty phat phat (Oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us?
(I'm phat, they call me Phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us? (Straight up assholes)
What you got for us? What you got for us?
What you got for us
Hey phatty phat phat (Oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us?
(I'm phat, they call me Phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (What?)
What you got for us? (Straight up assholes)
What you got for us? What you got for us?
What you got for us?
What you got for us? What you got for us?
What you got for us? What you got for us?
What you got for us?