Crispy, crispy chicken.
Cold world no blanket son
I catch that touchdown like jerry rice
Living in a gangsta’s paradise
Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice
Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive
Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice
You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice
Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf
I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters
Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,
They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies
And i am one of one
When i eat that chicken,
Shout out chicken getting chicken
I thought of bill clinton
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