This is a song about "Kentucky fried chicken"

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

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

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And when it's said and done

I eat these skaters like chicken

I'm a son of a gun

When i eat that chicken,

They gon love me for my ambition

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/