Mad Season Lyrics

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Mad Season Lyrics by Matchbox 20

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Hey phatty phat phat  
Phatty phat phat  
What you got for us  
Hey phatty phat phat  
Phatty phat phat  
What you got for us  
  
I'm sick eating jellow mix straight up out the packet  
While wearin a brown leather Indiana Jones jacket  
I'm not the run of the mill or flash of the pan  
Keyed up like Jim Hailwit with tight wrist bands  
I'm like a mix of Zartan, Batman and Hob Goblin  
The multiple man metamorphosisin and transformin  
Abuse a mic like a junkie would do a drug  
As I smack my head against the wall and catch me a buzz  
No sound, sounds like this does here  
And if you're quiet you can hear the music crawlin in my ears  
I'll split your melon with a mallet like I'm Gallagher's brother  
And if it wasn't for talent we'd be some broke mother fuckers  
I'm a cannibal I'm salted and twisted while eatin pretzels  
Screaming eat beef stabbin you with dinner utensils  
I'm under pressure like a paper weight  
Sick minds are curved so we have a hard time getting things straight  
  
[x2:]  
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)  
Phatty phat phat (what)  
What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)  
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)  
Phatty phat phat (what?)  
What you got for us (straight up ass hole)  
  
Yo I'm a giant like a said and hold my subliminal visuals  
In the shape of and individual pissed off  
And lookin to lift off the rocket launch and blast off  
In to outer space where the starts be at  
I'm phat they call me phatso straight up ass hole  
Say my big Mac boxes could build my Mac ass a castle  
A sick son of a bitch and dirty bastard  
My product is toxic so they label it biohazard  
Hasn't it been a while since you wanted to crank the dial to ten plus  
And bust the speakers and rip the cones  
Blown like the minds of those  
Who been exposed to the frigid and frosty flows  
Fillin a hole in the soul feelin out of control  
Enough to wanna wrap your ride around a phone pole  
I'm loco and grandee like a luchador  
Pullin airial manoeuvre's at three hundred pounds or more  
  
[x2:]  
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)  
Phatty phat phat (what)  
What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)  
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)  
Phatty phat phat (what?)  
What you got for us (straight up ass hole)  
  
[x3:]  
What you got for us  
  
[x4:]  
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)  
Phatty phat phat (what)  
What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)  
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)  
Phatty phat phat (what?)  
What you got for us (Straight up ass hole)  
  
[x5:]  
What you got for us  
What you got for us  
What you got for us  
What you got for us

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