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Owen Chaim

Fat Bitch Sing
Artist(s): Owen Chaim

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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%


Category:
Urban


Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap


Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Attack, Back Alley, Brooding, Confrontational, Crazy, Crude, Danger, Dark, Death, Doom, Dramatic, Edgy, Evil, Foreboding, Frightening, Gritty, Hostile, Intense, Mean, Menacing, Murder, Nasty, Ominous, Rough, Scary, Tension, Terror, Threatening, Trouble, Unpredictable, Vulgar, Weird, Wicked


Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Vocal Samples


BPM:
94


Key:
Cm


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Fat Bitch Sing

It's the beginning of the ending, monkey wrench your engine
Mace in your face, venom in your rectum
Perverted perfection, distorted reflection
Mental infection, demonic possession

Full time felon, pitchfork in your melon
Spitting propane flame, smoking up the resin
I got a wolf pack full of goons, full moon
Eat your brains out your skull with a spoon

Final destination, relaxation
6 feet deep is your permanent vacation
Maggots in your mouth, worms in your nose
Mess with me, that's how it goes

Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over

Maggots in your mouth, worms in your nose
Mess with me, that's how it goesmaggots in your mouth, worms in your Nose
Mess with me, that's how it goes

It ain't a mask or disguise, got the devil in my eyes
Machete to your thighs gonna cut you down to size
Spill your guts, pull your insides outside
Lobotomize ya with a bunch of dull knives

Ya stuck like a spider in a drain, I love pain
Stab you in the neck, blood spraying like rain
Ya nothing but a stain, in shackles and chains
Choking from the smoke from the flesh in the flames

Ya at the end of the rope, hanging by a thread that
Snapped, fallin in a venus flytrap
Frozen, flesh and bone corrosion
Teeth and claws rip you up in slow motion



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