This is a song about "Wet pussy chicken rice"

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