Chicken Shop (feat. Serious Jack)

Late night walking, streets are filthy rotten
Pop 'em drop 'em, get a coffin slanging often with my boy Richthofen
World War I to World War III, murders all I see
Let 'em be, end it all for me, take the plea or take a pee
More like take a piss, I never miss
I have great bliss, my bitches Swiss
I reminisce, you are a miss to me
A misdemeanor, mystery, now you are just history
A book on a shelf, you'll need some help to live again
Since what I took is like a crook
Your on my hook, nobody look
This is a crime to rhyme so fine, I am divine
Your soul is mine
(Your soul is mine)

It's twelve o' clock and I can't tell what the time is
Running this show man I feel like Joey Biden
Said I couldn't hit man I knew that she was lying
High off the last toke feel like I'm flying
With the birds, with the flies, I don't compromise
I'll flick you to the floor just like you was a fucken dime
I'm with my boys we outside, we committing crimes
I'm a monster, bitch I feel like Frankenstein
Pop your collar, leave you out of order
Call my shotta 'cuz these bucks I gotta' lotta'
Harry Potter, my magic wand all on her
She screamin "papa", that means "daddy" in Spanish
I'm a lil' bit skinny, but pockets never lacking
I'm from the slums but mentally I'm in a Mansion
Accidently great, guess you can say I'm candid
Time to show these punks who the real chief in command is

Got a suit and a case but no deal
Known to chop it up and heat it then serve like oatmeal
No krill, only puff on some kush and smoked eel
Bone meal, when I flow with the ghosts, the cold steel like
I'm fucking with some superstitions
My premonitions turn the oppositions in apparitions
Spin the block and smoke it like the kitchen when I turn ignition
You was bitching, so I made the battle a no competition



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Flores
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