Fried Chicken

"Ladies and gentlemen, the World's Famous"

Here I come, to the rhythm of the drum
Hook you up on some of that
Shit that got you numb
Open up hon, I just want to see in
The shoot my semen
The intoxicated fucking demon
Shoots the load at home or on the road
Baby doll i buss a style to
Put you in the mood
Tanqueray with the lemon, ice with the tonic
Want to place an order for
A samwich bag of chronic

It's the mad Puerto Rican with
The beats in command
Hold the 40 with my left and keep
The blunt in my right hand
My game is tight, I got the flow
And my style's a mystery that
Niggas will never know
Rolling in my jeep mad deep
With a live crew
Of crazy motherfuckers that don't sleep
VIC yo

P-P-P-Presto
Another Kool Whip with the magic, so tragic
I'll beat your little ass, fucking faggot
It's the season of the hunt, fucking runt
I get buck and
Blast when I buss your ass sittin duck
So back up, how the hell you ever get gassed
Break fool
And I'm a kick some Kool in your ass
Puff up your chest, inhale, you're dreaming
Now whip out your brains
With intoxicated demons

Yo niggas try to pull my card and disrespect
Get blown the fuck up cause I
Ain't playing with a full deck
I ain't the one, kid, you wanna fuck around
I got 50 niggas in here now holding me down
Never be running outta ammo, i got more so
I may just empty the clip into your torso
Step back, watch the body drop
Ain't it funny
Now you said all that to say what, money?

"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time
Is "The Body Rock"

So fucking lay back and I thought you knew
Shit get cold when the Kool come through
Hey but only with my style cause
Only Fash can do it
Through it, yeah, catch on bake you blew it
Blow me, or shut the fuck up, you can't hang
See the slang
Drips from my lips with the bang
Boom, got a box of lead for a nigga
Cause before you lick off I pull the trigga

Yo I came to get mines, straight up
Fuck the game
I'm all about mad loot, guns, and fat chains
Act like you want
Don't front or feel the fury
I catch a homicide charge and see the jury
Quick to put a head out, kid
Let me remind you
Bury that ass where God can't even find you
Fucking with the Junkyard nigga's
Like a bad move
I keep my finger on the trigga I can't lose

You know that I know who's a friend
Who's a foe
Best believe I know who's my girl
Who's a ho it's the klepto
Dropping verses while you dance
Blow! Blast you, call the ambulance
Owww, bitches all say while I'm steppin
What happened? You forgot to
Load your little weapon
Oh no, now you lay on the floor
While I puff endo and order beer to go

"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time
Is 'The Body Rock'"