Chorus (x2) I sell chickens They finger lickin Mash potatoes, french fries And they came with a biscuit Trap house a drive thru Dying to serve you Ready
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Well, I'm headin' down a southern trail I'm goin' chicken huntin' Choppin' redneck chicken necks, I ain't sayin' nothin' To the hillbilly, stick my barrel
YOU CAN'T HAVE MY LOVE WITH BILLY GRAY WRITERS BILLY GRAY, CHUCK HARDING, MARTY ROBERTS, MARK THOMPSON You've got the clothes and everything to make
I'm the siccest in the west, hit it in the chest, in a minute I'm rippin' nigga like wet sex. You're sentimental I get the the riddle n' shoot TECs cut
And you're right, I'll be a chicken 'cuz you're a cat So I'll do like dogs do bark and get my buddy passes Blah bla blah Sayin' hello and then hung up
When I come through When I drive through When I, when I, when I, yo, yo I'm that one cat that the hood be lovin' They way I floss, y'all chickens should
We sendin' this one out from everybody I mean to everybody From the H town to the A town and world wide So get your lighters, get your drank And I tell
He has many faces Full moon cycle changes Why leave the cages? Why question nature? How is it better? Not in the world and not wantin' He give any reason
I have left the land of bondage with its earthly treasures I've journeyed to the place where there is love on every hand I've exchanged the land of heartaches
Chicken, nice fried chicken Barbecue chicken, won't you send it down the line? Say everyone's talking 'bout chicken Chicken's a popular word But anywhere
Yeah! I penetrate the demons Their teardrops burn away my eyes I love the paper-thin cry of the locust Is there any other way to die Find me another
It was a ho-down, another ho-down It was a ho-down, another ho-down Walked into the club and farted Damn! Look at shawty off in the cut actin' naughty
Un corazon quiso saltar un pozo confiado en la proeza de su sangre y hoy se le escucha delirar de hambre en el oscuro fondo de su gozo. El corazon
Well, I always knew You'd take the crutches and not the skis Always knew you'd take the stilts and then your knees When God gave you the sky, I knew
There he stood, gun in hand At the door, the day she chose to leave Half of him stood comforting The other half that couldn?t quite believe Believe that
Chicken mcnuggetts are bad for you!...bad for you! Chicken mcnuggetts are bad for you!...bad for you! Chicken mcnuggetts are bad for you!...bad for you
Ba ba baah ooh-ooh ba ba ba-ah ooh-ooh (Words can't describe yeah) Turn down the lights No need to worry I'm right here beside you baby You'll be alright