This is a song about "Fried chicken and fucking koolaid"

Why not me the same thing

And blast you with his fucking

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

When i eat that chicken,

They'll have to rename this one

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice