311 - Fat Chance lyrics

Na na na na na na Aw yea I've seen the devil and the devil is coke Not down like that 'cause it ain't a f**in joke Trip the shrooms fantastic sh** gets drastic I didn't believe a word Can you hear this, can you hear rhythm Make the music soothin' your system Come on now, come on now Hear the beat so sweet I shouldn't tell you how I'm a freak y'all I'm a freak y'all Much love to my man Stan Thomas Yea, we'd also say like what up to our man, Eddy Offord Eddy Offord You know I'm ready, yes, to rock steady My name's not Betty or Teddy, but Nick And I'm what you might call a heretic Yes, and I am from Nebraska My girl is satisfied, you can ask her You know I've never visited Alaska Huh, where the oil was spilt That drunken captain should be k**ed For polluting the sea, an atrocity He still walks free, well This one goes to all the birds that drown f** the bullsh**, it's time to throw down f** the bullsh**, it's time to throw down f** the bullsh**, it's time to throw down f** the bullsh**, it's time to throw down Just f** the bullsh**, too many damn fears and panic It's time to throw down and so I said it Words of wisdom that will keep y'all guessing 'Cause I'm tired of playing and I'm tired of messing around With all those s**ers Yes, stupid mother f**ers Who put down what we do We stand alone with the group that's new If I was a dwarf, I'd surely be Dopey I'm a stoned wheat thin you cannot cope G Kick in the teeth, a condescending frown f** the bullsh**, it's time to throw down f** the bullsh**, it's time to throw down f** the bullsh**, it's time to throw down f** the bullsh**, it's time to throw down Yeah, right about now, I'd like to turn the mic over to my man, SA Martinez I am sly in the mix, I am the mix master d**h and destructor, lyric conductor Rollin' with the rhythm of the rhyme I'm rollin Cold cap the parasites when I start to spazz Nicholas hits hard he's got the jazz Now the B-boys rockin, breakin' moves on the floor 311's stepping out, have 'em yellin for more Go on hoping, I'm poetry in motion When I fire, I spray, duck down, I'm locin' P-Nut, the ba** storm is looming And in your mind, the rhythm is booming P to the N to the you to the T Just f** the has-been's and their stupid-a** rappin' Promising bullsh** you can't come through with Do it in the basement, no complacent It's time to kick the f** in Begin to win, no sin and then Share it, declare it in the public domain Refrain I'd be perfectly sad if rap was a fad But it's not so I'd thought I'd come out with a shot Stupid dumb lyrics make you think I'm a clown I don't give a f**, it's time to throw down f** the bullsh**, it's time to throw down [Repeat: x4]