Lyrics:
shit in to chicken salad.
Make no mistake about it, eggs will be laid tonight!
Ain't that right girls? Oh, my girls.
My three favorite schochkies
I just wanna crib by the peer
So a nigga shed a tear
Every time I see the sunrise
And the man
Super serious
Ion play around
Come to me yeah that's
chicken shit in to chicken salad.
Make no mistake about it, eggs will be laid tonight!
Ain't that right girls? Oh, my girls.
My three favorite
chicken breasts, salt, pepper
Paprika too vinegar, egg, and a dabble of
Milk, with the oil, and two types of flour
Baking soda, dry mustard, pickles
chicken salute
Ha
Max in a suit
Shane in some boots
Add some flutes
Chickens in a coop
Eating some soup
Laying eggs
Birds aren't real
Don't make the mistake
chicken shit in to chicken salad.
Make no mistake about it, eggs will be laid tonight!
Ain't that right girls? Oh, my girls.
My three favorite
[Intro:]
Jingle bells
Purple kush smells
675 one ounce
My trap do numbers, chickens all summers
But come back dawg we're out (out)
My swag turned
there,
But my Oklahoma home, it blowed away.
I planted wheat and oats, got some chickens and some shoats,
Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my
The chicken wakes up like she does every morning
To the sounds of her husband's scream
Sat in the dark on the eggs she is warming
She closes her
different features
Had to teeth to eat ya, they made beds called nests
And laid eggs after they had sex inside 'em
Whether they ate plants or meat is how
wanna say hello
To my chicken
How are you doing, Jerry Seinfeld's dearest chicken
You're his favorite, one and only
You make up all the eggs for us
You're
seem to mind
They'll keep layin' eggs til they make a chicken dinner fine
Well the grey goose got shot, but as he fell, he laughed
'Cause when
chickens like I came from a farm man
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
You see how
I'm in the kitchen makin' radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin' eggs at them chicken heads, beggin' on the curb
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
the weird masses reaction to him.
Which came first you may ask, chicken or egg you may ask, well, the chicken of course and it's time to break this
puzzle, got me, got me
The chicken or the egg
It's the head before the legs because you come out crowning
You come in smiling and when you go they frowning
breakfast
And big dreams for my midnight snack
Winner winner Chicken dinner
Hatch the eggs, and serve the litter
I just keep it moving
Know what the fuck I'm
was taken first
the chicken or the egg
does it really even matter anyway
is this free range are we free
or defined by what we eat
submission is
tried to sell me their religion.
We talked for awhile as my eggs got cold
About what their faith believes,
They said they were convinced by what they'd
the street
Bird can finesse me out bread
I had to learn don't f**k with chickens
Aunty say that they lay eggs
What yu go do when they hatch
I was trapping in
Pushed me to the edge
Now you mad that I'm levitating
I kept smashing eggs
That you chickens have been incubating
Why you so upset
That I'm solving
Got a pocket full of Benji's and her new Luccheses
And the best beef in the cheese state, baby
Mm
Carol Jean, she's the chicken egg queen
Yeah,
smooth as silk
Better not touch the recipe
The secret's in the buttermilk
Don't forget the flour and eggs
You know that I eat fried chicken legs
Southern
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