Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
I eat these skaters like chicken
Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw
I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw
Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,
Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one
Something wicked this way come
Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.
Even if you not a stripper
Winner winner chicken dinner
Contagious like chicken pox
You pull up in parking lots
I just realised theres more chicken than pork.
Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short
And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun
We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,
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