Fried Chicken

Yo nigga, yo momma got two feet growing out her titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night Time to cut another track It's gotta be hype Got my rhyme book in hand A blue loose leaf Anybody move on that They get loose teeth Evil's got the funky beat A stupid dope loop But the record's kind of old! (What we gonna do troop?) We gotta clean it up Cause it's so dope Tried the rubbing alcohol Even the Ivory soap But no matter what we do The record keeps clickin' F*CK IT! Yo E, gimme some of that damn fried chicken! Aw yeah (aw yeah) Aw yeah, this sound kinda nice (definitely got flow) I don't think niggas gon' hear that crackling, man, we should use this Yo, f*ck that, yeah bro, we can EQ that out Oh yeah, I'm liking how this going down, word