This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

When i eat that chicken,

I don't trust no one

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I beach chair, with my malibu vision