Chicken Pen (Recorded)
• Written by hrmit
Recording:View Fullscreen
Lyrics:
I promise my bars sound so demonic
Like your mom on my dick
Heavy breathing ,
Full on pulmonic
Aint a dis i appreciate the effort the heifer put in When she tuggin on it
28s-41s
My bars might need imprisonment, '
cause they so sick,
a schizophrenic must have written them.
bars hittin harder than artificial limbs.
Must be locked away
Every verb, every synonym,
41s— 54s
pen twist pigment into literary gains
Like the page is a fricken gym
Threat to panties of womens that listen in
Leakin some fluid like Buicks so it’s wickin in
54s-1:10
Didnt and don’t recommend sticken your dicks in
Witches, Wicans or chickens when
You’re whistling like Dixie holding your Stiffy in a chicken pen
77 different fricken hens
headed my direction Cause my members magnificent
1:10-2:00
reckon it was thie weapon in the waist band of my sweat pants when it stiffened and it beckoned
Her knees weaker by the second
Pullin hoes every day and weeeekend
Cuz my Peen is just like a beacon
Wakin up possesed by an erection
(Uh … )
Wait I’m sorry what was the question?
(I didn’t ask a question)
Oh.
Fuck you
And fuck you Satan ,
I know you fucking hate me
But quit tryna play me dude
Cock-a-doodle-doo ,
I am not a chicken boob
But you breast filleted meat
(Ouch)
Still fuckin King of the coop watch me win the dick exhibition
number one position day 1 from beginnin
Still a ficton killa vanilla skin composition
Forget my manilla complexions
stop the competition
Don’t get too literal with my literature
you literal little bitches
Relax,
I didn’t stick this dick in any chickens yet
I mean I won’t heh