This is a song about "Cris the crispy cock"

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,

Little cock sucker, like i care cause all the guy come crying to me.

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Ah yes, once again, i cock the tec or ruger,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her