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Albums:

Choke (The Beautiful South) · Choke (Sepultura) · About to Choke (Vic Chesnutt) · Choke (Violet Indiana) · Choke (The Beautiful South) · Choke (Hutchinson, Hutch) · About to Choke (Vic Chesnutt) · Welcome to the Beautiful South/Choke (The Beautiful South) · Choke (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 100 Gold Fingers (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


feet
Fingers tall
Far from reach
Mind to talk
Still words bleed
Optic box
Melted through
Sonic shock
Silent clue
Drop by drop
Drain-out tube
still kickin
Last as long as you can my man
'cause when that chicken head hits the fan you got
Blood guts fingers and toes (3x)
Sittin front row
[Ice Cube]
I been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta why'all,
up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then
together like the Zoes
Sak Pase, who got the yay for the lows?
And I keep birds with me like I'm straight out Hollygrove

My fingers, they itchin', they
ass, tits and nose

And she does another line
And she's talking finger lickin'
And that's my signal to send our for...that attitude chicken

A special
that I live

Go choke your chicken, this 2 party system
That's when you lose for sure
I'll go choke my chicken, it sounds finger-lickin'
But it smells
them print skirts (yo you was feenin for a chicken fix)
Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix
..
Mom yells dinner's ready, cause
money, short winded
Let's go and get it nigga
Bang bang, bitch niggas caught drinkin' chase
Roll that double M, get shot and your finger waves
Twenty
the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
Twenty four is my age and twenty two is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, and going up
the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
Twenty four is my age and twenty two is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, and going up
that Rollie
Who else gon' talk them chickens like he working at Chipotle

If you're really 'bout your issues, three fingers in the air
If you got
I hit the liquor spot, then the chicken spot
Three pieces, French fries; I hope my shit still hot
I hit the liquor spot, then the chicken spot
it's yours, it's yours, it's yours
(Food clothes medicine)

(F*** my p**** hard)

We rotate protocol on a ring finger neighbor to peruse gross
keep my head full of smoke
Until my lungs can't take no more
I guess I continue to choke, and smoke, and choke
I feel my weekend buzz, 'cause I'm
to a tape by slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind burger king
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers I blast a CD by the staple
nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga,
song I could sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I never knew a thing about pain.
Life was just a tire swing. 

In a few summers my
Some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't breathe!
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These
short winded
Lets go and get it nigga
Bang bang, bitch niggas kept drinkin' shades from that double M
Get shot in your finger waves
Twenty chickens
to use a finger at the
Jerkit Circus
No more sticking time that we choke that chicken
like selling dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't tasting right
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
I'm
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner
From 45th and State to the last standing hymn nuhana
J&J's, pale chicken, good finger licking
While
blow up be my last request

[jadakiss]
Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink
Quietly I stalk niggas call me the Chicken Hawk
Approach with my gun in a 2-1-1 
As I sick'em lay my victim may I lick'em 
All action stop nobody