for takeoff [chorus repeat 2x] [Missy] You're not ready How many times did I say y'all not ready Watch my booty shake like a fat ladies' belly My style
we have it fi di gal dem Middle size fat one it deh yah fi di gal dem Uptown downtown ready fi di, fi di gal dem (Yep!) Short one fat one it deh yah fi
Drag 'em in the woods and go straight to the chopping blocks (AHH!) And even if they escaped and they got the cops the ladies would all be so afraid,
s Hades (it's Hades) filled with rats for self-defense, A sordid flock of Cr?me Nomen. And ladies (ladies? Ladies, ladies, ladies) It's pure hell when
I was king In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King Cling to false also those papers say ock I got tired of the fat lady so I sing
like Steven King writes horror If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is
flava, like Steven King writes horror If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady?
sprung Boing, boing Your old lady's got eyes for me And I know when you're fucking her, she cries for me Female judges sentence me to do time I tell them all, make a singe
cuz here comes my wang I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso Born in a big top, magical mijisto Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies Dirty old fat
horrifying midnight wagon Saggin, laggin, dead bodies draggin On a piece of string, they flop around and fling Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing
the crew in-a de area (murderer) Still love you like that (murderer) No no we don't die Yes we mul-ti-ply Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing Act
and Jigga, man, back on the set Step off in the club, so fresh and so clean Ladies be like, damn, bling, bling, bling Hov' rapping, I sing, sing, sing
If it smells like Funk it must be us The funk, funk, funk, fat stinky stanky stuff If it smells like Funk it must be us The funk, funk, funk, fat stinky
Combing out their hair Even when they leave They still are there They're there Sipping coffee Here's to the ladies who lunch Everybody Laugh Lounging
oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Get loose everybody 'cause we're gonna do our thing. [Rap:] 'Cause you know it ain't over 'till the fat lady sings