Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,
And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive
With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
Contagious like chicken pox
Fuckin' up my gold pots
Got hu women frostburg women
Crispy, crispy chicken.
And there's little to be glad for
Winner winner chicken dinner
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce
With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle
Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
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