DO THE FUCKING CHICKEN

Hey Katie, listen up We have a little bit of a situation here You see that chicken in there It ain't cut! Come on You can do a little bit better than that I'll even put it in a song for you Okay, let's go We both got a job that we came to do Do mushrooms? Come on, the mushrooms soup You're back here on the Instagram Snapchat, what's the matter with you You're texting dudes up in your 30s trying to get a new clit Bestie, you get paid by the hour Time to cut up some shit You baby mama wannabe girl, you is doing a bit I ran out of rhymes Well, shit Cutting someone else's meat. Is it shrimp or cow Yeah, your bestie is a shift lead He can't save you now Stir the pesto. Angry like aggretsuko Hold a crumble cookie I'ma need a fucking breast bowl Yes, oh We love a baddie with the dollar store chorus We need a baddie but I don't think it's you You need to cut the shit you're payed to do It takes an hour Baby, don't be so rude your so crude Procrastinating queen up top with the brown hair flack Not doing chicken on her phone clapping her fish flaps I'm sorry, Stokely, but you won't get your deposit back Oh, you just make me sick Why don't you do the fucking chicken break Do the fucking chicken, bitch Do the fucking chicken, bitch Do the fucking chicken, bitch Do the fucking chicken, bitch Do the fucking chicken Just do the chicken, bitch Wasted one dollar To 3,109 If I wanted lazy pulses I would've sucked off Chris Pine You need to cut the fucking chicken Miss Bonnie tried Love it slowly like Gen Z when paired with suicide Oh, I made a dark joke Did I make your day Put down your phone. We all know that Caleb is gay Yeah, all this chicken is substantial Man, I'm telling the truth F*ck your kids, f*ck your mom, and your stepdad too No more roast. You're a boring ass bitch So I ran out of some lyrics till I hit this stitch. So I'll just say I hope you're not expecting me to sing on this line bitch We need a baddie, bitch Don't think it's you You need to cut the shit you payed to do It takes an hour, baby don't be so rude Your so crude Procrastinating queen up top with a brown Hair flack Not doing chicken on her phone, clapping her fish flaps I'm sorry, Stokely, but you won't get Your deposit back. Oh, you just Make me sick Why don't you do the do the fucking chicken break Do the fucking chicken, bitch Do the fucking chicken, bitch Do the fucking chicken, bitch The fucking chicken Just do the chicken, bitch Your boyfriend fucks his brother You crusty motherfucker We're out of frames today, y'all Oh my God, just do the fucking chicken