Chicken Wing - Eric Bobo

Ayo I’m tryin' to be large

But if it don’t happen with rappin'

I’mma start havin' kids and sell 'em to Michael Jackson

It’s either that or I’m prepared to hustle rock

With so much weight in my pocket, my air bubbles pop

Bare knuckle box beats every time I spit

Till every mic that I hit is like «Stop I quit!»

Y’all are tryin' to be gangsta but it really don’t work

When you walk around with shirts that are longer than skirts

That’s some feminine shit, y’all should end that shit

Call your grandmoms up have her hem that shit

Everybody now-a-days got a friend that spit

But do the labels a favor and don’t send that shit

I don’t puff diesel but I’ll cripple your block

Right in the middle of a drought get the pizzle to pop

Keep pussy in my peripheral, the focus is rap

But if you tryin' to get the dick bitch open ya trap

Pick it up

You see I’m so damn dope

With a rope chain on

Man it’ll cut ya throat

You see I’m, you see I’m so damn dope

Break, break, break, ya neck like a chicken wing

Profilin'

You see I’m so damn dope

With a rope chain on

Man it’ll cut ya throat

You see I’m so damn dope

Break, break, break, ya neck like a chicken wing — Busy Bee 'Running Thangs'

Pull your motherfuckin' chrome out boy, I’ll pull your bones out

You little bitch blown out in any pad, crib, home, house

I’m on the couch with microphones out

Matter of fact phone Alf

Let him know I came to zone the fuck out

Smoke some pizzle with my home scouts

Y’all motherfuckers knew the deal since day one

Suck a dick and cut a check

Bust ya lip and cut ya neck

Fuck a bitch on some slutty sex, leave the pussy wrecked

Bomb igniter with a cigarette lighter

One flick will change a spark to a venomous fire

Now you up shit’s creek with a swarm of Piranhas

At a petting zoo, I’m bettin' you, I touch more Llamas

In the FL I’m pimpin' these hoes

Not a gentleman though

That’s why birds fly south when it’s cold

And you know

Movin' weight off of a Panama pier

With a sack over my shoulder and a Santa Claus beard

Pick it up

You see I’m so damn dope

With a rope chain on

Man it’ll cut ya throat

You see I’m, you see I’m so damn dope

Break, break, break, ya neck like a chicken wing

Profilin'

You see I’m so damn dope

With a rope chain on

Man it’ll cut ya throat

You see I’m so damn dope

Break, break, break, ya neck like a chicken wing

When me and Celph get together on tracks forget it buddy

It’s acidic, it melts everything in it’s path

Half of you fags are finished so we throwin' a party

You can pick up your gift bags when you get to the clinic

Bitch ass trick, I’m sorry for your failed career

So I send you a six pack full of Belgium beer, sucka

You know we hoggin' it, tryin' to stay positive

Make a little money, you crazy?

I’m takin' all of it

Demigodz, marvelous shit, from out the Depot

My alcohol tolerance more than all the water

Surrounding the state of Florida, Tampa to Puerto Rico

Huh

Tell your people I’ll be seein' them soon

Out in Rio with a Speedo on, tanning in June

Margaritaville for real

Meda, you gotta kill beeotch

I’m on the beach screamin' viva la Machine Shop

Hey

How many pesos did we cop?

Bobo you know

Pick it up

You see I’m so damn dope

With a rope chain on

Man it’ll cut ya throat

You see I’m, you see I’m so damn dope

Break, break, break, ya neck like a chicken wing

Profilin'

You see I’m so damn dope

With a rope chain on

Man it’ll cut ya throat

You see I’m so damn dope

Break, break, break, ya neck like a chicken wing