Fat Chance Lyrics - Music - 311

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 rhythm 

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 

Much love to my man Stan Thomas 

Yea, we'd also say like what up to our man, 

Eddy Offord 

Eddy Offord 

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 y'all guessing 

'Cause I'm tired of playing and I'm tired of messing around 

With all those suckers 

Yes, stupid mother fuckers 

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 

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 the mic over 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 hits 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 you to the T 

Just fuck the has-been's and their stupid-ass rappin' 

Promising bullshit you can't come through with 

Do it in the basement, no complacent 

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 

Stupid dumb lyrics make you think I'm a clown 

I don't give a fuck, it's time to throw down 

Fuck the bullshit, it's time to throw down [Repeat: x4]