The Beatnuts: Fried chicken

"Ladies and gentlemen, the World's Famous..." [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 4x)