Fried Chicken

[Psycho Les]

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 low at home on the roll

David dollar plus a style to put you in the morgue

Tanqueray with the lemon, ice with the tonic

Want to place an order for a samwich bag of chronic

[V.I.C.]

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

(So don't try and sweat his route)

V.I.C. yo, p-p-p-presto

[Fashion]

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 buck 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 we're intoxicated demons

[JuJu]

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, 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'" - Bobbito (Repeat 4x)

[Fashion]

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 *bang bang* I pull the trigga

[JuJu]

Yo I came to get mines, straight up, fuck the game

I'm all about guns, mad loot, 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

[Psycho Les]

You know that I know who's a friend, who's a foe

Best believe I know who's my girl, who's a hoe

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'" - Bobbito (Repeat