Текст песни Ultra (Kool Keith and Tim Dog) - Fat Lady
Ultra (Kool Keith and Tim Dog) - Fat Lady слова песни
[Kool Keith]Yeah y`all it`s me, devestating Reverand TomThe church is open hereSessions will get bigger, my stats will growI don`t call my stuff funkGospel-vomic, let`s get rawYeah...I used to look at girls, they were slim with fat stomachsIn resteraunts, dog face, your girl made me vomitI took my goggles off, threw up in the garbage canI spit up more, earlin more on the garbage manShe called her boyfriend, her girlfriend look like PigpenI got loose and grabbed the horse right from the mooseRight in L.A., Hollywood, in front of Roscoe`sPlastic freaks, lookin at me like I`m an average JoeShe said, "I think you`re stupid," I said, "You`re big and fat - I`ma have to diss you, and step up in that rectum crack"Take off that hair, now you bald, let me make the callWatch your lip, and I`ma make your guts fallI see stretch marks that`s dark like {*censored*}You best to kneel, let the Reverand heal you[Chorus: Ultra]Fat lady! (Big woman)Fat lady! (Big woman)Fat lady! (Big woman)Fat lady! (Big woman)[Kool Keith]Here`s a napkin, wipe off your lips and lose them fat hipsI know your toes smell, your butt smell like corn chipsYou was about what? Lookin bougie, I ain`t the oneYou try to pour your drink on me, go` head call the bouncersMy cousin outside, with two tecs, and forty ouncesThem homos at the door, didn`t want none - further moreYou started first fats, I`ma quench your thirstDon`t need no pens, why them niggaz lookin at my hearse?With two grenades in my coat, a bomb in my pocketI`ll make this club jump off just like a Houston RocketLike Monica said, "Just one of those days - you take it personal"Yes..You tried to laugh at me, my thousand dollar white shoesDon`t mess with me my girl, I`ll put your business in the newsTake off that wig and hairpieceRemove your contacts, I`ll break you down like a clown(Man, why you wild man?)[Chorus][Kool Keith]Standing over there with fat cellulite, lookin goofyWith NBA players with cheap suits lookin doofyMy shit`s Italian, and made by Lou BernaziniYou havin Fatburgers, wine please with linguiniMy girl`s from Paris, she models - do you feel embarassed?Aluminum foil dress that won`t impressWipe that chili off your neck, them hamburgers is a messWith more red meat, you can`t look so petiteThe devil`s cookin, your pot of grease smells sweetYou in this land of Sodom & GomorrahShould steal away in prime time, your makeup is the poorestYou lookin almost white like Michael JacksonMariah Carey flap but you gets no rectum actionStomach out, doo doo stain I spray with ShoutI`m innocent, I never bothered anybodyYou gets trained, remain seated on the pottyTruly yours[Chorus][Kool Keith]Once again, devestating Reverand TomI`d like to say peace to my man out there Kool KeithAutomator, Kut, T.R. Love, BizDevestating Reverand Tom