Chicken Tendies
Bend a bitch over like a damn fruit rollup
Don't wear the strap on my Wii controller
Cover your eyes she's showing her shoulders
Got no arms like the winter soldier
Got yo spine so fucking use it
Out yo mind let's fucking lose it
(Ready for more garbage music)
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
Mary Poppins she yo nanny tell her come and babysit (Where?)
On my face you disgrace I'm in her pits deodorant
Like my name is FDR depression in my arsenal
Call this shit bikini bottom sucking on her barnacles
Titans teen fuck codeine
Humpin' like your doggies do (Bark)
Know what fuck it sip some lean
Pockets stuffed like kangaroo (Boing)
Running through my spin cycle
Looking like I'm wishy washy
Skittles you can taste the rainbow
69 what's that Tekashi?
Senior citizen (Oh fuck)
Cus you know my joints are shitty
Swimming up to get some air
Get smacked down by another titty
On my veggietales shit
Water buffalo Bob the tomato
Fuck all your karate shit
I know taekwondo sir I told you so
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
(Hahahaha, what, we're recording, well)
Must be blind cus I can't see why no one else likes Applebee's
Christmas morning Santa's snorting lines under the Christmas tree
You wanna fight better take a step back
My body's like a toothpick
But I got the power of the lord on my side
And damn I'm gonna use it
Gimme that coin like a piggy bank (bank)
Come on give this pork sword a little yank (yank)
Chapstick in my pocket ima let it crank (crank)
So much blood in my brain I can't even think
No I'm not a gamer but she call me Wreck-It Ralph
(Um sorry sir but your music doesn't have meaning)
Um speak for yourself (Speak for yourself)
Far as I'm concerned these bars are motherfucking poetry
I go home then chew up then spit out my fucking groceries
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
Don't wear the strap on my Wii controller
Cover your eyes she's showing her shoulders
Got no arms like the winter soldier
Got yo spine so fucking use it
Out yo mind let's fucking lose it
(Ready for more garbage music)
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
Mary Poppins she yo nanny tell her come and babysit (Where?)
On my face you disgrace I'm in her pits deodorant
Like my name is FDR depression in my arsenal
Call this shit bikini bottom sucking on her barnacles
Titans teen fuck codeine
Humpin' like your doggies do (Bark)
Know what fuck it sip some lean
Pockets stuffed like kangaroo (Boing)
Running through my spin cycle
Looking like I'm wishy washy
Skittles you can taste the rainbow
69 what's that Tekashi?
Senior citizen (Oh fuck)
Cus you know my joints are shitty
Swimming up to get some air
Get smacked down by another titty
On my veggietales shit
Water buffalo Bob the tomato
Fuck all your karate shit
I know taekwondo sir I told you so
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
(Hahahaha, what, we're recording, well)
Must be blind cus I can't see why no one else likes Applebee's
Christmas morning Santa's snorting lines under the Christmas tree
You wanna fight better take a step back
My body's like a toothpick
But I got the power of the lord on my side
And damn I'm gonna use it
Gimme that coin like a piggy bank (bank)
Come on give this pork sword a little yank (yank)
Chapstick in my pocket ima let it crank (crank)
So much blood in my brain I can't even think
No I'm not a gamer but she call me Wreck-It Ralph
(Um sorry sir but your music doesn't have meaning)
Um speak for yourself (Speak for yourself)
Far as I'm concerned these bars are motherfucking poetry
I go home then chew up then spit out my fucking groceries
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
Credits
Writer(s): Bich .
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