Mr Chicken

Good morning lady’s, today
We will be having a delightful piece of deep fried chicken, chicken, chicken
Deep fried chicken, chicken, chicken
You know, you know, that’s why, that’s why
You know, you know, that’s why, that’s why
You know, you know, that’s why, that’s why
You know, you know, that’s why, that’s why
You’re a disaster, you’re one stack of laughter
You’re dog is a rag, it deserves to be dragged
Saw you eat your fucking shit, you must have thought it was chocolate
Take it as a sign that you are hearing my rhymes
Rub your ass to the floor, make it sparkly, shiny whore
I’m wasting ink and paper for your fugly mother lover
D’you own the dictionary? This shit’s just functionary
My spit is your rain, I’m dumping your brain
Mr chicken, mr chicken that we fry, fry, fry
Mr chicken that we’re frying deep
Mr chicken, mr chicken that we fry, fry, fry
Mr chicken that we’re frying deep
Your eyes are toppings
See your arm hair rising
Did I upset your mate
When I spat on your name
Stuff a d’s
Find release
Gon-na cry over-er t’s
Be careful near the net
Don’t nirty, girty, birty beast
Pardon my french
You wrechy sock of trench
Go and hide under a bench
Itemized to be a witch
Big girls, blouse
All you’s is fully aroused
It’s a bitter pill to swallow
Even though the words are shallow
Mr chicken, mr chicken that we fry, fry, fry
Mr chicken that we’re frying deep
Mr chicken, mr chicken that we fry, fry, fry
Mr chicken that we’re frying deep
You know, you know, that’s why, that’s why
You know, you know, that’s why, that’s why
You know, you know, that’s why, that’s why
You know, you know, that’s why, that’s why
Mr chicken, mr chicken that we fry, fry, fry
Mr chicken, mr chicken that we fry, fry, fry
Mr chicken that we’re frying deep