Crispy, crispy chicken.
Something wicked this way come
Had my niggas down so i’m screaming fuck the law
Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw
Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone
Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home
Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one
Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken
With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox
We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots
For the outlawz, here we come
Closest you'll get is being chicken
Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
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