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the slammer 

I couldn't make a sandwich 
Eating chicken cacciatore
Baby true story
I been in my feelings 
Hives in my mind 
But there's no penicillin 
Cuffing

Huh?
Pump That Iron

I head over to the running track
I like to do some nice running laps
Chicken cacciatore (uh oh) yeah it's coming back
Head

I took Felicia to Las Vegas is my story
She spent the weekend eating chicken cacciatore
But when I said "I'd like ta kiss ya"
Felicia no capicia

I took Felicia to Las Vegas is my story
She spent the weekend eating chicken cacciatore
But when I said "I'd like ta kiss ya"
Felicia no capicia

Hungarian Goulash No. 5

Allan Sherman

My Son, The Nut

1963

of the frigid Eskimo
Such delicious dishes, no matter where you go

Chicken cacciatore is Italian
Kangaroo souffle must be Australian
Mutton chops are

Green Buckets

Clutch

The Elephant Riders

1998

you chicken cacciatore in five.

There's a woman down at 314 
Who can't keep the stains on her kitchen floor clean.
And there's a man who's been

to the community college for the chicken cacciatore casserole competition. And the strange thing is, my tit hurts, ever since that stroll its been burning, I didn't

and some chicken cacciatore
I tell my story when I'm pleading to the jury
Know this girl from Missouri and she love to call me chief
And my little niggas

know just what I mean-o
Felicia was her name
 
He took Felicia to Las Vegas, here's the story
She spent the weekend eating chicken cacciatore
But when he

Italian!
Oh Italian!
 
From the moment you are teeny weeny
You get built up with linguini
Then to bring out your amore
You get chicken cacciatore
 
When your

I'm a liar
You're the sequel to the story
Maybe when we're old and grey
We'll laugh it all off
Over chicken cacciatore
And a glass of chardonnay

I'm

chicken cacciatore
In my laboratory path to glory
Blow your mind when I pen these allegories Ayy

Extravagance, Fantasticness
Near Perfection get a dose

promise ya, slick
Don't get yourself caught up with no crazy church chick

True story, chicken cacciatore
Hot dish, hot off the presses, dig this
Took her

leave
Nigga please, fettuccine on my plate
Fried chicken cacciatore with some cornbread cakes
My bad, but the killer makes me hungry

If I didn't smoke, I

in your chair
Once a week you go to wash your hair
You used to make chicken cacciatore
You never speak much about your story

I never wanted to be

if my body pass away my spirit stay here
In the ghillie suit
In ya living room
Eating cacciatore chicken in your kitchen too
Devil deliver you
Demons

extended, getting twisted like a blender
Grown man rap, grown man pockets
Never catch a statutory, eating cacciatore
You like a scungill', peel when you