2 Way Street - Bad Chicken Lyrics

Switch me over, you sparkling porcupine

And I'm back in this bitch, and I'm rappin' my shit, and I got these kids suckin' on my dick

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. What do you mean by that?

Bro, I'm talking about these kids, these ops, bro

Who are your ops?

Bro, just play the song

And I'm back in this bitch, and I'm rappin' my shit, and I got these kids suckin' on my dick
I'm back in the game, not for the fame, but to show these kids that I ain't lame
Look who came with your boy who claim he's better than the one and only North eee yah
I'm done playin', no more blame, it's time to make the claim to fame

Think about these chickens that claim they livin', think they bout that, they ain't livin', they got me livid
They ain't rollin' with the lads, that's just bad
I ain't f*ck with those lads, that's just sad
I'm just glad I ain't in a mad fad
I'm dressin' in drag, just about to brag

Boy my guy named Larry, we went to Port Perry
Things is gettin' scary, you know my balls is hairy
My boy Terry, he livin' in Barry

Super hot, you know I'm on fire
You shit talkin' through the wire
You built like Canadian Tire
You look like you hand out flyers

I look like a wolf like Dyer
Call me Darth, look at my empire
Wash you up, put you in the dryer
Eat it like a Demogorgon, call me Will Byers

Throw up medieval, call me a liar
One more thing before I call it a nighter
On death note, this shit be lighter
Gonna go eat some Mike-a-nighters