Lyrics:
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
the heaven
A statue wouldn't mourn 'em, so I wake up to erect, damn
And the bed made of women
Who came first with a head made of chickens?
Break the fast,
(And I'm walking )
On the street and I'm getting getting getting getting grumpy
Grumpy
I see Chow (Chow) by my right
I smell food in the air
It's
you can trade your chicken eggs for feed
When the grid goes down we can finally make ends meet
Then maybe, just maybe, we can live a better way
Maybe,
tryna
Fuckin' talk like us
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game cock gaffs
You'd
they plead and beg
When The Chicken Squawks Loudest Gonna Lay A Big Egg
you could be smelling a crook
you should be checking The Book
but you'd
eat bacon, I'm so noble
Don't gotta raise livestock, thinkin' global
And my diet's all beans, eggs, leafy greens
Tofu and chickpeas, just for
meeting
The exciting pump of a cold reading
I think I got a way
To color the eggs that our chickens lay
Oh shit they have brown eggs?
They have brown eggs
food, nice food
Chicken wing, beef toast, apple, sweet egg yolk
Curry, sugar, beet nut, purple root beer float
Pumpkin pork roast beef, garlic prune
gotta go, the DJ's callin' you to the stage
Gon' 'head baby, do your thing
Honey complexion
Body of a goddess
22s on the Lexus, named Alexis
By
and speak it
Lady, put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same basket
You can count every motherfuckin' chicken 'fore it
gotta go, the DJ's callin' you to the stage
Gon' 'head baby, do your thin'
Honey complexion
Body of a goddess
22s on the Lexus, named Alexis
By
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
shanty there
Now my Oklahoma home is blown away
Well I planted wheats and oats
Got some chickens and some shoats
Aimed to have some ham and eggs
chicken popped out.
Thank you, master Pinocchio, it said politely.
You have saved me the trouble of breaking my shell. Good-By!
and the chicken flew away.
know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up like
me everything I am
Bad drug dealer or I victim, I beg
What came first? Moving chickens or the egg?
This is why I be so fresh,I'm tryna beat life
to live life
I got this thick chain, I kick that sick game
I make my own ends, I ride on chrome rims
A bunch of chicken heads outside kickin' eggs
My
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, beggin on the curb
Direct from my burb, a fast baller with
your legs with eggs chicken hatch
Can't find too they dead ex, but the skin don't match
Chorus: Dr. Octagon (repeat 3X)
And you say,
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
thinks he's a chicken
That's right, one of them cackling Colonel Sanders types
He roosts in the bush by the side of the house
Well, it's none of my
hot, the coldest maiden
Feels just as warm as the bride
It's so hot, a chicken laid an egg on the street
And it fried
We're havin' a heat wave
lemons I ain't fuckin with that minute maid
Hard pressed to find excess in my piggy bank
Cause I ain't counting chicken eggs
I'm counting on myself to not
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