Jerk Chicken (feat. Maffew Ragazino)

From the colosseum block to the island, "what the blood clot?"

Stay designing, always wiling, and we puff pot

Queens to brooklyn, no lies, give 'em 'nought shot

Chicken been getting jerked before your little nuts dropped

You know the mantra, tyson in (el fonta[?])

The I-tal jockey keep me fucking like a monsta'

Her landing strip is red like hair that's on tatanka

I'm steady diving in chocolate like willy wonka

I take a knee and shoot a duck in the air

Five minutes, I'm making stuffing filled with truffles and pears

I'm lapping "go," while you only move a couple of squares

But still take out some time to do some drugs in the stairs

"Freeze! Lay on your stomach," what the popo said

My team selling the patties, getting cocoa bread

Babylon, them have to catch me, burn up on the irie!

Never die, I'ma give it to you my way!

Yo, peace to the chicken spot, peace to patty spot

Peace to the types of spot that veggie castle dready spot

The dollar van, the wallabe and reggie spot

And if a coward wanna rump I give him seven shots

(Y'all won't test we[?]), I'm in the corner puffing marley

Got the knife inside the booth, hoping they don't shoot

Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, ow

Ay, ya no wan' rump with the senior

Who lean like he mixed jamaican rum and tequila

Trail a load of hoes from kingston and montego

Keep dick hard like rottweiler mandingo

Bob marley ganja, stuffed up in the fanta

Pass dutchie towards san fransisco

Where your nephew bout to bounty kill a punaani

Hoes know the movado!

Lick a shot for (windsweep[?])

I am living dangerously, barrington levy

Make the girl wine like beenie "sim simma"

Keys to my new bitch bimma, her name serena

Rastafarian reefer got me feeling so irie, tranquil and leisure

Berry salmon and jerk chicken

Oxtail, gravy on white rice and fried plantain