Текст песни This One Is Fat - Youthstar 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