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BEATNUTS lyrics : "Fried Chicken"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the World's Famous..."

Psycho Les

Here I come, to the rhythm of the drum
Hook you up on some of that %#@! that got you numb
Open up hon, I just want to see in

The shoot my !@&(, the intoxicated $#&@ing demon
Shoots the low at home on the roll
David dollar plus a style to put you in the morgue

Tanqueray with the lemon, ice with the tonic
Want to place an order for a samwich bag of chronic


V.I.C.
It's the mad Puerto Rican with the beats in command
Hold the 40 with my left and keep the blunt in my right hand

My game is tight, I got the flow
And my style's a mystery that ^!$$%s will never know
Rolling in my jeep mad deep

With a live crew, of crazy mother$#&@ers that don't sleep
(So don't try and sweat his route)
V.I.C. yo, p-p-p-presto


Fashion
Another Kool Whip with the magic, so tragic

I'll beat your little $$#, $#&@ing !@$)got
It's the season of the hunt, $#&@ing runt, I get buck and
Blast when I buck your $$# sittin duck

So back up, how the hell you ever get gassed
Break fool, and I'm a kick some Kool in your $$#
Puff up your chest, inhale, you're dreaming

Now whip out your brains we're intoxicated demons

JuJu

Yo ^!$$%s try to pull my card and disrespect
Get blown the $#&@ up cause I ain't playing with a full deck
I ain't the one, kid, you wanna $#&@ around

I got 50 ^!$$%s in here now holding me down
Never be running outta ammo, got more so
I may just empty the clip into your torso

Step back, watch the body drop, ain't it funny
Now you said all that to say what, money?


"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is 'The Body Rock'" - Bobbito (Repeat 4x)


Fashion
So $#&@ing lay back and I thought you knew
%#@! get cold when the Kool come through

Hey but only with my style cause only Fash can do it
Through it, yeah, catch on bake you blew it
Blow me, or shut the $#&@ up, you can't hang

See the slang, drips from my lips with the bang
Boom, got a box of lead for a ^!$$%
Cause before you lick off *bang bang* I pull the trigga


JuJu
Yo I came to get mines, straight up, $#&@ the game

I'm all about guns, mad loot, and fat chains
Act like you want, don't front or feel the fury
I catch a homicide charge and see the jury

Quick to put a head out, kid, let me remind you
Bury that $$# where God can't even find you
$#&@ing with the Junkyard ^!$$%'s like a bad move

I keep my finger on the trigga I can't lose

Psycho Les

You know that I know who's a friend, who's a foe
Best believe I know who's my girl, who's a hoe
It's the klepto, dropping verses while you dance

Blow! Blast you, call the ambulance
Owww, (*##$es all say while I'm steppin
What happened? You forgot to load your little weapon

Oh no, now you lay on the floor
While I puff endo and order beer to go


"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is 'The Body Rock'" - Bobbito (Repeat 4x)

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