This is a song about "I make chicken fried rice"

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Right flows down and they might go nice

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I eat these skaters like chicken

Something wicked this way come

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

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

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

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right