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letra de illustrated man - fatt happy tony

[verse 1: fatt happy tony]

what’s the matter yo?
in the sp-ce age and pulling catapults
your face be cape canaveral
launching snot rockets, radical
i ain’t even that mad at you
it’s sad, but true
still i’ma keep on attacking you
‘until the facts are retracted?’
that’ll do
i’m a cannibal
f-ck eating the meat of animals
it’s understandable
cause i’m chopping heads like they cantaloupes
your eyes fill with panic
thinking manic depressions d-mnable
to a phantom
my only friend is insanity
i never planned to be
a slave to these tasks he keeps demanding me
my family, about to abandon me
cause they don’t understand me
got the golden ticket, but the crew can’t handle me
so i’m stuck with this baggage ‘till someone claims my humanity

[hook: fatt happy tony]

i’m an ill-strated man get them hands up
while i pick your pockets and then dance off
moroccan women’s pants off
i don’t need a ransom
i just cast my bad man glance
and then advance cause they can’t run

[verse 2: fatt happy tony]

no need to turn your back on it
can’t see me just like a black comet
i copped the crack to p-wn it
and buy my tv set back from this fatt monster
each chapter, is getting a little longer
in the sage, of all my life problems
swallowing strips of acid hoping that it would dissolve ‘em
but instead it broke the columns
supporting all my knowledge
then i went to college
that sh-t only left me starving
more resentful than marvin the martian
wishing i would disappear like the kids on milk cartons
pardon, my rotten, thoughts man
but i can’t help but feeling boxed in
by promises of symbiotic practice back then
and it’s now, i never got sh-t

[hook]

[verse 3: fatt happy tony]

now all these people acting so resentful
pretending that my life is uneventful
when all the sh-t i spit is monumental
just hand me a pad and a pencil
but all the motherf-ckers ask is, ‘tone, why dont ya keep it mental?’
hah, i just ain’t that simple
sh-t will be growing in my skin just like a pimple
building up in my brain ‘till it bursts out the temples
now there’s a hole in my head, got me feeling kinda sinful
grab the alcohol by the fistful
get sh-t faced, till some motherf-cker pulls out a pistol
so i empty out my d-ck clip, i mean i take a sh-t on him
now a second hole in my brain is gone, and i’m wandering
out with the blood dripping down past my waist line
throw my watch away i need to waste time
only waiting for the day that death will finally take mine

- fatt happy tony

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