This is a song about "Chicken for breakfast"

When i eat that chicken,

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Trying to give them light and a message

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Top of the food chain, devouring mc's for breakfast

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

You know...you know who you are

I'll eat a rap for breakfast, fuckin wreck it then i burp and belch

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Yeah i ain't done

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,