[Intro] Sample from Batman To the Batmobile, let's go Yo', Manix man, I'mma take this one kinda slow, alright? [Verse 1] Welcome to the flipside Hope he can swim, cause if he can't, he gonna drown on a rip tide It's pourin', plus the old man ain't snoring Cause he gotta get up pretty damn early in the morning Cause I'm slammin' like Basketball Jones Slippin' out chrome and messin' with the break bone You s**ers disgust me like low fat Gimme' a bat and I'll show you where your head's at Tryna' hit the row with the paddles you little boce? I think you better stay home and eat your broccoli Cause you still got a long ways to go So you better step off cause you picked the wrong Joe You ain't ready to throw with the mighty man And don't forget about the rest of the band So you better get used to the shrine Cause I'll be rappin' as long as I can write rhymes These palms'll make a cup like pottery To make you see so many stars, you'd think you studyin' astrology You wanted to live so tell about what you went through You couldn't cut the mustard if I gave you a Ginsu [DJ bu*tafingaz scratching] [Verse 2] Quickly, step to the side cause I'm coming through You think you was looking to call me W or double-you? So how could you think you outdid me While I'm still gettin' getaways quicker than a kidney Steppin' to a rabbit is stupid when you're a turtle Did you know you couldn't even blow a rhyme in a circle You little kiddies are getting a bit too frolicky Throwing me rhymes more sorry than an apology Testing the talking device [ ] please Let me give it the proper operation that it needs To allow me to put a end to weak melody Need it for s**ers like peanut bu*ter and celery Friends in the zone with the words that I kick with ease And you with the face that feel like a Pekinese And [ ] My ma ha' more tooth than a sharp pair of shears And given that, I could love to chop to it You remember the day you rhymes with the fools Then you'll know what it's like to take a nosedive Beat by the fattest skinny kid alive! [Break] A'ight, we're gonna break it down for a second, and I'mma catch my breath And I'mma let bu*tafingaz go off on a scratch for a minute Dude, bu*tafingaz, when I give you the cue; come up with that funkya**diculous-dope scratch Go for it [Verse 3] Yeah, let me show you how the big boys play Thinking 'bout us bustin' out into the fat girl on a Wednesday While I grab the steel and put you through an ordeal So kneel before me or fear who's more real Imma the best mom, I'm gonna get a plat Start flowin' so much, I'll be in need of a maxipad It went so fast, my pen'll yell at me Did so many d**, my song will be a felony How'd he ever get the nerve to confront me Well sh**, that's what you get for being clumsy Get more steppin' up, figure the competition I got more jerks in my basement than you have twitches Hope you all get played out like Batman Work like pay dirt and bust by the Fatman And I take no bull like a [ ] Blowin' em out so fast, I swear they make me report this Smooth as whipped cream and rough as a callous Back to all my [ ], and he call me Mr. Mathers With a soul intent for destruction One more hit for the Downstairs Productions [Outro] The fattest skinny kid alive! x4