Chicken Shop ft. Manndo & Serious Jack Lyrics

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