FatMatt – “Skirt Skirt Slime”
FatMatt crashes the trap with a wild anthem in the vein of DaBaby, Lil Baby, and Young Thug — a dirty, playful banger about pulling up, snatching a man’s girl, and getting nasty in the aisles of Lowe’s. Southern slang, bouncing triplets, and raw charisma make this track pure turn-up energy with a savage twist.

This one’s equal parts comedy and flex — Lowe’s becomes the backdrop for a reckless love affair and a street-certified come-up. GhostFish keeps the beat slimy with trunk-rattling 808s and chaotic bounce.

Perfect for fans of DaBaby, Lil Baby, Young Thug, Key Glock, and 42 Dugg — high-energy trap with a filthy hook that sticks.

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FatMatt – “Skirt Skirt Slime”

This song came from the strange quiet between chaos and convenience — that trance where rebellion feels easier from the couch. I wanted to capture that glazed-over hypnosis, the way we trade agency for comfort, scrolling through revolutions like TV reruns. It’s satire and confession all at once — I’ve been that person, too.

Lyrically, it’s a sermon from the remote’s perspective — the smug little god of distraction narrating humanity’s downfall in real time. Every click is control disguised as choice, every commercial a confession. It’s funny, bleak, and a little too true.

In the Shiitake Products world, this track sits in the realm of media decay and spiritual static — where satire becomes prophecy. It’s rebellion through absurdism, a mirror held up to our modern trance.

Lyrics:

Yeah… I’ve seen some things, man.
Couch stains. Late-night snacks.
Revolutions paused for bathroom breaks.
I’m the real one running the show.

I’m the king of the coffee table,
Thumbed through a thousand fates.
Skip the news, skip the truth,
You just want another taste.
Scrollin’ through the holy channels,
Prayin’ for a brand-new fix,
You say you’re free, but you can’t even pee
Without checking what’s on at six.

And I don’t talk back, I just obey,
But every click’s another price you pay.

I’m the remote, yeah — master of your plans,
Changing the world with your greasy hands.
Volume up, revolution on mute,
Capitalism tastes like take-out food.
I’m the remote, and I’ve seen it all,
Empires rise, empires fall.
You binge, you buy, you stay the same,
I sell you comfort in a brand-new name.

I watched you vote with your subscriptions,
Saw your soul sold two-for-one.
You talk about change on channel five,
But flip to six before it’s done.
You fight the power with a shopping cart,
Chant slogans in surround sound.
You say you’re waking up — but nah,
You’re just lying further down.

I don’t lead — I just follow,
But I set the tone for your tomorrow.

I’m the remote, yeah — king of the show,
Switching your highs, programming your lows.
Flick through freedom, pause on regret,
Add to cart — you ain’t finished yet.
I’m the remote, and I hold the key,
Every choice feels free… but it runs through me.

Coming up next — more promises you don’t need.
Stay tuned for the end of the world,
Brought to you by… someone richer than you.

I’m the remote, yeah — ghost in your hand,
Selling salvation on demand.
Press my buttons, I’ll press yours too,
You own the screen — but it’s owning you.
I’m the remote, and I’m here to stay,
Click by click, I pave the way.
You change the channel, but never the game,
Different name, same damn frame.

523 moonlight MF Doom respect

Mike Bison