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Albums:

Have Yourself a Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Tractors (The Tractors) · Have Yourself a Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Ultimate Chicken Meltdown (Atomic Rooster) · I Play Chicken with the Train (Cowboy Troy) · The Chicken Coop Chronicles (Blue Shield Band) · Back at the Chicken Shack (Jimmy Smith) · Chicken Minnie (Lightnin' Hopkins) · Chicken Little [Original Soundtrack] (Disney) – and 90 other albums »


Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, yonder here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
a cow
Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Redneck fella, moonshine sella
Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention

She's
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33
Old Glory waving at you
As you're driving by the court house
Followed by a tractor and a half lame mule
Dust flyin' as they picked up speed

Faces beaming goodness and their jaw's set hard
Good people just doin' what's
I was driving that tractor, spittin' my 'bakker
Had some roads to hoe
500 acres but my sweet potato kept blowin' up my phone
Said how much longer
Every single day the rain it falls 
Drops on your head it breaks the balls 
Better run fa cover just to stay dry 
Better run fa cover I'll tell
live close by
And oaktree falls with moon
Parking lots will come
With flowerfields were bright

As junkyard covers sight!
Where will this lead
you motherfuckers want some
Cover your dome because it's on once again
And I'm a young nigga that's known to win
I got my street sense from these
close by
And oaktree falls with moon
Parking lots will come
With flowerfields were bright
As junkyard covers sight!
Where will this lead to
And what
the heat wave by letting her seat wave
And in such a way that the customers say that
She certainly can can-can

Gee
Her anatomy
Made the mercury
Jump
a heat wave
By lettin' her feet wave
And in such a way that
The customers say that
She certainly can, can, can

Gee, her anatomy
Makes the mercury
god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you, 
you motherfucker." 
So I got in a phone booth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, 
held my legs
hung

Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run cows run!

He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up
hung

Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run cows run!

He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up
Never-ending thirst for data
Salvaged from the lost computer
Immaculate, verses scatter
We tackle and toss a loser off a pedestal created by actions
population town

Made my money by cutting grass
Got fired by fried chicken ass
All in a small town, Napanee

You know I always stay up without sleepin'
figga, coochie licker, relationshipper
Damn right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin' thicker
By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
Famous like DiMaggio
You can tell a tranny by the neck
Catch me in ? with the bow and arrow
Roasting marrow
?
Tying hookers to the railroad
Doctor
to cover up just how much you want to sleep

Life is a party as you sail through Yale
All your frat boy antics, still no jail
How many arrests on your rap
nacho dough
Favorite food is chicken, chop it cover the tacos
Add some mozzarella and cheddar, nachos
Yeah no cromprende, oh you talking about that
Oh
nacho dough
Favorite food is chicken, chop it cover the tacos
Add some mozzarella and cheddar, nachos
Yeah no cromprende, oh you talking about that
Oh
the Nile cover surface
I bit the fruit from the Serpent
Apocalyptic, get bent stay splifted
Control the rap game you got it twisted
Dr. Dre way the Bridge
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
relationshipper
Damn right, I'm wit' her 20, 4, 5, she gettin' thicker

By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
Brotha, my league's speakin' the truth,

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