Fat-Boy

For Prodigy, a prodigy.

 

 

(Starts at 0:21)

 

Verse 1:

Repping on the mic is the fat boy,

Rapping on the site is just a fat ploy.

I'm a bigger disaster since the FAT bear named Corduroy.

Trying to make a living, But first I describe my beginning.

I've been listening to Tupac singing and my teachers said he was sinning

and I shouldn't look up to him but his music is just an addiction,

Whenever I felt down, his songs were my medicine.

Better at school because music is my adrenaline.

Born as an American, love and respect to the Mexicans.

I am Cherokee, therefore I deserve thy name.

Since I'm white and big, I'll probably end up still down, Shamed and Flamed.

But if anyone can do it, I'll do it, screw the fits and lay off the chips before I feel the pain on the hips.

Adding old instrumentals, I call them the rebels but what do I know?

I'm a young fellow. Not born in the ghetto. I'll end up as crazy as

Jared Leto.

 

 

(Verse 2:)

Biggie, Pac, Eazy.

Making rhymes, Being portrayed as a legacy.

J. Cole, Chance, And Logic.

They were smooth, talking about their topic. Even though they never smoked the chronic.

I'm a white fat boy, My raps will be 100% Urban due to the fact that I live in the suburbans.

Will I get a chance? Create this song into a new version?

Or am I going to work at an office, Either way, I'm not certain.

Why cause the problems that will make the president less worse.

Causing more ruckus than me when I leave the table after a dinner-four course.

Stepping up to me will cause straight static and panic.

Expect me to be scarier than the sinking of the Titanic.

Making my own rhymes of a classic.

These words just pouring out of me, automatic.

Native reclaims the throne as if It was gone.

More words coming out to prove only those who say that I'm wrong.