Fattest Skinny Kid Alive

To the Batmobile, let's go

Yo', Manix man, I'mma take this one kinda slow, alright?

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

Slippin' out chrome and messin' with the break bone

You suckers disgust me like low fat

Gimme' a bat and I'll show you where your head's at

Tryna' hit the row with the paddles you little boce?

I think you better stay home and eat your broccoli

Cause you still got a long ways to go

So you better step off cause you picked the wrong Joe

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'll be rappin' as long as I can write rhymes

These palms'll make a cup like pottery

To make you see so many stars, you'd think you studyin' astrology

You wanted to live so tell about what you went through

You couldn't cut the mustard if I gave you a Ginsu

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 still gettin' getaways quicker than a kidney

Steppin' to a rabbit is stupid when you're a turtle

Did you know you couldn't even blow a rhyme in a circle

You little kiddies are getting a bit too frolicky

Throwing me rhymes more sorry than an apology

Testing the talking device [] please

Let me give it the proper operation that it needs

To allow me to put a end to weak melody

Need it for suckers like peanut butter and celery

Friends in the zone with the words that I kick with ease

And you with the face that feel like a Pekinese

And []

My ma ha' more tooth than a sharp pair of shears

And given that, I could love to chop to it

You remember the day you rhymes with the fools

Then you'll know what it's like to take a nosedive

Beat by the fattest skinny kid alive!

A'ight, 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 you the cue

Come up with that funkyassdiculous-dope scratch

Go for it

Yeah, let me show you how the big boys play

Thinking 'bout us bustin' out into the fat girl on a Wednesday

While I grab the steel and put you through an ordeal

So kneel before me or fear who's more real

Imma the best mom, I'm gonna get a plat

Start flowin' so much, I'll be in need of a maxipad

It went so fast, my pen'll yell at me

Did so many drugs, my song will be a felony

How'd he ever get the nerve to confront me

Well shit, that's what you get for being clumsy

Get more steppin' up, figure the competition

I got more jerks in my basement than you have twitches

Hope you all get played out like Batman

Work like pay dirt and bust by the Fatman

And I take no bull like a []

Blowin' em out so fast, I swear they make me report this

Smooth as whipped cream and rough as a callous

Back to all my [], and he call me Mr. Mathers

With a soul intent for destruction

One more hit for the Downstairs Productions