61099, Phat Free Posted by Big Jay, Thu Oct-12-06 09:50 AM
I fillet mignon, any emcee who thinks that he can be killing me on My own track, a billow belong when I explode back, Turn you’re A track to an A bomb when I flow back so, A fatso can’t attack no blueberry snacks so a flat no sound out Sound out – landish, turn a Mexican to a Spanish, brandish the culinary weaponry Steadily all pies on the window sill’ll be gone, Spell it with a ‘P-H’ the practice still’ll be wrong, My artillery strong, That’s a figurative reference, to the literate essence of my vocabubatic ability, Aromatic symmetry soon to scintillate the room disintegrate the doom my mental state the Moon I levitate with verbs and gravitate to words, my taddle shape the herbs And it’s all cholesterol free Sure dial the Hut but I don’t give a nut what you call me, Maybe a cashew, I Mack-a-dame a little salty Word style abrupt cut a note with ya gut, butter calling, Butter-balling with big rims or big grins with fish bones stickin’ out Yo, listen out…
So the world’s phat free, that’s nasty, I prefer it tast-e or rather tasty Baste me, in all sort of rhymes and sauce forget the slimmings, I want all the trimmings…
Herbs and spices, my words the nicest, Birds in slices, curds in crisis, Serves and prices, ‘deurves and rices, Burgs and vices, purrs and mices Cat got your tongue, nah your tongue’s just tied up, Fries up goes down, slow down no size up! Rise up to the occasion, ducks and raisons, Pluck the raven, trucks of gravy Save me Lord! No award me savings Grant me the serenity to indulge in cravings Forgive me Lord for I have singed The skin of my steak forget the grace let’s begin A Mexican meal or a Portuguese feast, I’ll call O’Galo but what do we do with my heart beat, Let it slow, your belt, let it go it won’t hurt, ...Just don’t forget dessert
note: O'Galo is a portuguese chicken place down here in Australia. Dont think its in the USA...could be wrong. obviously highly important to the gist of the flow
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