This is a song about "I want my chicken"

My legs shake i want to vomit as i wait for you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

I never wish death, but i want my doubters to die slow

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I am everything i want to be so feel my wrath

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Though i end up like a chicken with his head decapitated

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

My defenses are so up, but one thing i don't want

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

I just want a platform for my guts so i spill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill