Fat Chance – Song and Lyrics by 311

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Fat Chance’ by 311. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 311 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Na na na na na na
Aw yea

I’ve seen the devil and the devil is coke
Not down like that ’cause it ain’t a fuckin joke
Trip the shrooms fantastic
Shit gets drastic
I didn’t believe a word

Can you hear this, can you hear rhythm
Make the music soothin’ your system
Come on now, come on now
Hear the beat so sweet
I shouldn’t tell you how

I’m a freak y’all
I’m a freak y’all
Much love to my man Stan Thomas

Yea, we’d also say like what up to our man,
Eddy Offord

Eddy Offord

You know I’m ready, yes, to rock steady
My name’s not Betty or Teddy, but Nick
And I’m what you might call a heretic
Yes, and I am from Nebraska
My girl is satisfied, you can ask her
You know I’ve never visited Alaska
Huh, where the oil was spilt
That drunken captain should be killed
For polluting the sea, an atrocity
He still walks free, well
This one goes to all the birds that drown
F*ck the bullshit, it’s time to throw down

F*ck the bullshit, it’s time to throw down
F*ck the bullshit, it’s time to throw down
F*ck the bullshit, it’s time to throw down

Just f*ck the bullshit, too many damn fears and panic
It’s time to throw down and so I said it
Words of wisdom that will keep y’all guessing
‘Cause I’m tired of playing and I’m tired of messing around
With all those suckers
Yes, stupid mother fuckers
Who put down what we do
We stand alone with the group that’s new
If I was a dwarf, I’d surely be Dopey
I’m a stoned wheat thin you cannot cope G
Kick in the teeth, a condescending frown
F*ck the bullshit, it’s time to throw down

F*ck the bullshit, it’s time to throw down
F*ck the bullshit, it’s time to throw down
F*ck the bullshit, it’s time to throw down

Yeah, right about now, I’d like to turn the mic over to my man, SA Martinez

I am sly in the mix, I am the mix master
Death and destructor, lyric conductor
Rollin’ with the rhythm of the rhyme I’m rollin
Cold cap the parasites when I start to spazz
Nicholas hits hard he’s got the jazz
Now the B-boys rockin, breakin’ moves on the floor
311’s stepping out, have ’em yellin for more
Go on hoping, I’m poetry in motion
When I fire, I spray, duck down, I’m locin’
P-Nut, the bass storm is looming
And in your mind, the rhythm is booming
P to the N to the you to the T

Just f*ck the has-been’s and their stupid-ass rappin’
Promising bullshit you can’t come through with
Do it in the basement, no complacent
It’s time to kick the f*ck in
Begin to win, no sin and then
Share it, declare it in the public domain
Refrain

I’d be perfectly sad if rap was a fad
But it’s not so I’d thought I’d come out with a shot
Stupid dumb lyrics make you think I’m a clown
I don’t give a f*ck, it’s time to throw down

F*ck the bullshit, it’s time to throw down [Repeat: x4]