the FAT rap

I hear you talkin stuff boy you think you the heat, please bow down to defeat

your barely mince meat, stop with the street talk and start to do the street

walk, lock yourself in and tell me this, how you gonna battle with this sick stuff

i spit, see you still flappin , your jaws prepare to be thrown in the middle of the

ocean with jaws, or prefer to be served or serverd with claws.