This is a song about "Fuck your chicken strips"

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

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

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Me and my microphone could be one

When i eat that chicken,

Yeah i ain't done

Slips watching clips but eclipse hurry up before it strips

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

Fuck your cronies it's his highness,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love