Ultra - Fat Lady lyrics

[Kool Keith] Yeah y'all it's me, devestating Reverand Tom The church is open here Sessions will get bigger, my stats will grow I don't call my stuff funk Gospel-vomic, let's get raw Yeah... I used to look at girls, they were slim with fat stomachs In resteraunts, dog face, your girl made me vomit I took my goggles off, threw up in the garbage can I spit up more, earlin more on the garbage man She called her boyfriend, her girlfriend look like Pigpen I got loose and grabbed the horse right from the moose Right in L.A., Hollywood, in front of Roscoe's Plastic freaks, lookin at me like I'm an average Joe She said, "I think you're stupid," I said, "You're big and fat - I'mma have to diss you, and step up in that rectum crack" Take off that hair, now you bald, let me make the call Watch your lip, and I'mma make your guts fall I see stretch marks that's dark like {*censored*} You best to kneel, let the Reverand heal you [Hook: 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 hips I know your toes smell, your bu*t smell like corn chips You was about what? Lookin bougie, I ain't the one You try to pour your drink on me, go' head call the bouncers My cousin outside, with two tecs, and forty ounces Them h*mos at the door, didn't want none - further more You started first fats, I'mma quench your thirst Don't need no pens, why them n***as lookin at my hearse? With two grenades in my coat, a bomb in my pocket I'll make this club jump off just like a Houston Rocket Like Monica said, "Just one of those days - you take it personal" Yes.. You tried to laugh at me, my thousand dollar white shoes Don't mess with me my girl, I'll put your business in the news Take off that wig and hairpiece Remove your contacts, I'll break you down like a clown (Man, why you wild man?) [Hook] [Kool Keith] Standing over there with fat cellulite, lookin goofy With NBA players with cheap suits lookin doofy My sh**'s Italian, and made by Lou Bernazini You havin Fatburgers, wine please with linguini My girl's from Paris, she models - do you feel embara**ed? Aluminum foil dress that won't impress Wipe that chili off your neck, them hamburgers is a mess With more red meat, you can't look so petite The devil's cookin, your pot of grease smells sweet You in this land of Sodom & Gomorrah Should steal away in prime time, your makeup is the poorest You lookin almost white like Michael Jackson Mariah Carey flap but you gets no rectum action Stomach out, doo doo stain I spray with Shout I'm innocent, I never bothered anybody You gets trained, remain seated on the potty Truly yours [Hook] [Kool Keith] Once again, devestating Reverand Tom I'd like to say peace to my man out there Kool Keith Automator, Kut, T.R. Love, Biz Devestating Reverand Tom