Chicken Spot Rock lyrics

by

Necro


[Mr. Muthaf*ckin’ eXquire ordering drive-thru]

[Hook:]
I hit the liquor spot, then the chicken spot
Three pieces, French fries; I hope my sh*t still hot
I hit the liquor spot, then the chicken spot
Three pieces, French fries; I hope my sh*t still hot
I hope my sh*t still hot!
(x2)

[Verse 1: Mr. Muthaf*ckin’ eXquire]
Yummy, I got rum in my tummy
Plus a breast and two wings, I don’t f*ck with no drumstick
Gimme some new fries, I don’t like ‘em too crunchy
Free soda on the side, I mix that with Bacardi
f*ck Popeye's, Colonel Sanders I'm sorry
But that red and white stripe box glow when it’s open
Plus they make pizza ya’ll can't f*ck with this
Got macaroni salad too, but I don’t trust that sh*t
On Friday all the drunk sl*ts stumble in
And all they want is a burger and to suck some di*k
f*ck this sh*t, my spot ?[…]?
Ya’ll n*ggas chicken look grey and your fries are green
Call it a snack box but it’s a meal to me
Say that its junk food but its for real to me
Nice liner for your stomach when you S-I-P
No hangover; I recover quick like Wolverine
[Hook]

[Interlude: eXquire’s Boy]
Yo yo what the f*ck is this?
[Indian Man at Register]
What do you mean what the f*ck is this?
[Boy]
Yo, son, I gave you $20
[Indian Man]
You did not give me $20!
[Boy]
Yes I did! Yo I gave you $20, son, that’s all I had in my pocket
[Indian Man]
Check your pocket again!
[Boy]
Yo gimme my motherf*ckin’ money, son… before I cut your beard off, man

[Verse 2: Dallas the Kid]
Sippin’ on a cup of Grey Goose, just finished!
Turn this b*tch loose
?[…]?
Monkey walkin’ down the ave
Seen a chick, thought she bad
Drunken frame, grabbed her ass
She started cussin’ with the blames and the names
Shadowin' me to the chicken spot, flappin' her wings
Said you lookin’ sexy as a mother
Much better than the b*tch I got at home under the covers
Eat a biscuit, here, extra butter
She smiled, gave me her digits
But time was off, her man called
And he storms in for his broad, like 6’5” tall
I played it off like nothin’ happened
Grabbed my chicken box started snackin’
Look at her with my eyes like:
“If you won’t tell, then hey I won’t tell”
I got your napkin slip, now we can chill
Bag a chick and cop a chicken at the chicken spot, finger lickin’
[Hook]

[Indian Man]
Thank you come again!
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