I'm mowing the lawn Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven Wicked clown lovin' that dead body grubbin' Tastes like chicken finger lickin' deep fried
bomb that landed on your set 'cause you call me Satan, when I look at you I see skull chips dipped in ranch dressing, lemon chicken with a side of intestines
real niggas bail through yo hood But won't be caught up in a twist Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish Seamin' shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads Fried chicken
Yo! Your mom's so poor, she went in Kentucky, fried chicken And licked everybody else's fingers Yo, Biz, man you know that ain't my style Tchk, yo man
feet I just wanna put you down I just want y'all to get down Everybody come on And get down to the chicken grease Chicken grease Chicken grease Chicken
, shit's going up in flames No evidence, no nothing, no names Return of the dragon, but I'm fire kicking Your ass'll be crispy like Kentucky Fried Chicken
flashy One piece of platinum make my whole body ashy Nigga what? [Sonja Blade] Uhh, yo It's the sty' thing, I'm a feast, you fried wings Sonja Blade
been drinkin in bars ridin around in cars Fried chicken never tasted so good, recipes from the Colonel's steamy chicken box Make the temperature sweat
, nigga This lley game ain't no muthafuckin joke Yeah Just get in funk behind them chickens Straight uncut peruvian flavor Cookin chickens in the kitchen
lawn Drag em in the house, throw em in the oven Wicked clown lovin that dead body gloven Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried I ate a dead body
Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven Wicked clown lovin that dead body grubbin Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried I ate a dead body
stomp your feet I just wanna put u down (yeah) I just want ya all 2 get down (yeah) everybody come get down 2 the chicken grease (yeah) chicken grease chicken
Drag em in the house, throw em in the oven Wicked clown lovin that dead body gloven Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried I ate a dead body, but
through yo hood But won't be caught up in a twist Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish Seamin' shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads Fried chicken
