from Lunchtime Is Crunchtime, released July 3, 2022
Uh, you got Chicken O' Beef.
That's what I hear on the street, the three is straight.
My brothers and sisters couldn't wait to get my no to twist.
Every time I hear the word I end up with a tongue blister.
Little did they know,
the same Chicken O' Beef they picked on dun grow.
Now I rule the streets, Master Chicken O' Beef.
The boss' manager's supervisor's head chief.
Doin' things illegal like drinkin' canned corn, lard,
specific eatin' pork because I'm not a canni-bar.
Add to the meat mix, sorta like "The Itis".
Swingin' in the moonlight like corny movie posters.
Chicken breast is second best but LACKLESS;
Nuthin' like fixation humorous meat from out the humerus.
As I say these words I come off too hungry
while I'm engorged as I was swallowing porridge.
Half the doctor-person's only power is rhubarbs.
I'm about to show the gun shows, I mean flows.
I can press really, truly quite skinny.
I need to work my arms, they're way too damn flippy.
Stick a man a nickel for every time that he died rusty,
he got no use but I set him down as surplus.
Come up in his jokes like a man that may hurt you.
Black, fired on with the past to spurt you.
Turn into the point where you prolly dun' pork out.
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(I' cant understand most of this song anyways and winged a lot of the above vocals when typing. Fuck this)
Make like a raincloud, let the mic go out.