Chicken Coop or Coup D'état

Pardon as I pull my nuggin outta the receptacle
Peeping the receptionist, he's not that respectable
Looking like he fitting to inspect a bull
That's the reason I call him the constipated constable
See the manic-depressive prophets, they cry shooting
Man, I know them sickos, and fuck em, they die losing
Did you know the duck is a product of diluting?
No, and I don't give a fuck, question is, whatchu want
Chicken coop or coup d'etat
Neither, go in the kitchen and make a plate of tater tots
Find me later in a fight with the master debater bot
Feeling like a beta cut, interlocked
In a duel with the knight, Ser Hate-a-lot
Stuffing my face in a pot of kneidlach
And I bet you remember the many times you ate a lie
Gobble-gobble the gristle cause you refuse to testify
Say goodbye, 'fore they come to kiss you like vipers or hot pipes
Leave you sooted, what a pot pipe
Numbing on your crust like a visionary pot pie
If you're one of those stewing in the limelight
Keep an eye open, cause I think it might bite



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Gouri De Lima
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