This is a song about "Fried oreos"

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

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

You just working with the scraps you was given

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried