Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice
Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive
Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.
And isaiah say one day your time will come
Call me rap jokes, who leaves fags open, let me rap short son.
But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen
Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
These hoes is wicked a female chicken
Cold, my style making my nose run
We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,
I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children
Where every recipient, property of the state
I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,
Oh, not again! another critic writing report
But not the rest, remember that rap was too short,
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