Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,
Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive
Winner winner chicken dinner
To the homestead suites to drink liquor
Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,
Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun
I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw
Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw
Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol
In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle
Contagious like chicken pox
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
See with a district columbia vision
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion
We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,
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