Hey Phatty Lyrics - Singles - Jamie Madrox

Hey phatty phat phat (manners are the happy ways of doing things) 

Phatty phat phat 

What you got for us (and Emerson was right.) 

Hey phatty phat phat (be natural. Be yourself, but be yourself as others see you) 

Phatty phat phat 

What you got for us 

I'm sick eating Jello mix straight up out the packet 

While wearin a brown leather Indiana Jones jacket 

I'm not the run of the mill or flash of the pan 

Keyed up like Jim Hellwig with tight wrist bands 

I'm like a mix of Zartan, Batman and Hobgoblin 

The Multiple Man metamorphosizin 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 mother fuckers 

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 

[x2:] 

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 asshole) 

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 and build my mac ass a castle 

A sick son of a bitch and dirty bastard 

My product is toxic so they labelled 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 

[x2:] 

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 ass hole) 

[x3:] 

What you got for us 

[x4:] 

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 ass hole) 

[x5:] 

What you got for us 

What you got for us 

What you got for us 

What you got for us