This One Is Fat (feat. Illaman & Jakeavelli)

Sipping tea on a mountain top Wearing a string vest and Bermudas Conversating with an eagle about life and all its beauty I'll shove a mirror in a rappers face and tell 'em that they useless While swigging absynthe, bumping OK Computer Fuck the radio dread, gangdem do it for themselves Oh yeah you on a playlist, but your album getting shelved Yeah you made the A-List but now they wanna see you sell Soul go to the bathomet, limbs go the mincer Story ain't shit, don't even go to the printers! No nobody care, you're the real life myth bruv. More pace than a cheetah, through the speaker, Hear me speak, rap flows astounding, them man smell like pee. That's p for pumpanash, p for pants, Pricks getting peppered when I hold the M I C, It's like a I turn into sheppard, With one hand in the sky, like the guy from Def Leopard. I got that infinite potential, plus a million life lessons. This one is fat Very very fat Fried brekkie fat Dutty bass fat Big belly fat Xmas dinner fat Ya dun know it's fat It's fat that's a fact This one is fat Very very fat Fried brekkie fat Dutty bass fat Big belly fat Xmas dinner fat Ya dun know it's fat It's fat that's a fact Well im not rampin its about that time to take you muthafuckers off The handle And smash ya pretty face from many angels Ill sneak up From behind and gas you tie you up with lassos while i bash into Submission and glowing black and blue. Son Try pull a fast one you get blast into the past son What the rass Im goin hard your getting pard with an air gun woooh. And yeah i got that criptonite flow I got that hype when im on tour And known to fuck up the show The sharp shard a bright star im Dropping tons like brickyards Ya left scarred while im protected like Some fuckin armed gard Got a bag a fuckin shellers leave you gazed Like retards so keep on digging up your hole in the graveyard Gerrard I'm the master when i blast the rassclut scorecard Laow a green card For the states ya need a fuckin trump card I got random thoughts in Parts and combine it to my arts im the last Person from the future trying to teach you the past. This one is fat Very very fat Fried brekkie fat Dutty bass fat Big belly fat Xmas dinner fat Ya dun know it's fat It's fat that's a fact This one is fat Very very fat Fried brekkie fat Dutty bass fat Big belly fat Xmas dinner fat Ya dun know it's fat It's fat that's a fac Its Jakeavelli aka coming to kill your favourite rapper We are Nothing like the same what i decide to say i make it matter You try Design your rhymes this way your mind'll fray your brains a Scatter So hide your face before it finds a way and place onto a Stainless platter And unless you wanna die today i'd refrain from Taking that up Beating you boys with basic grammar be a man and face It stan' up Its way too late for backup playing a dangerous game your Mad bruv You aint got what it takes to catch up with lazy wasted Mashup Shut up fam you're gonna do what i am too hot for the stew Pot There's no room to improve on so you lot better move off Quit hip Hop get a new job and a boob job i'd approve of Coz this shit isn't You dog sent home in boxers with no shoes on So please feel free to Fuck yourself I'm starting trouble nothing else Theres only one thing A scuff entails end up chopped up in tunbridge wells A bunch a punks Dressed up as girls you rap like shit but you mumble Well Prepare to hold a bunch a Ls i hope you hold these punches well This one is fat Very very fat Fried brekkie fat Dutty bass fat Big belly fat Xmas dinner fat Ya dun know it's fat It's fat that's a fact This one is fat Very very fat Fried brekkie fat Dutty bass fat Big belly fat Xmas dinner fat Ya dun know it's fat It's fat that's a fact