[Verse 1: sviator1 & Josh Pan]
I like my chicken fried
I might make it my bride
Drive to the curbside
They looking at me co*keyed
Like whoa, bro
I'm sick and tired of the way your brain is wired
It's making me go crazy
My presence is like a bonfire
You might wanna turn the lights down
I'm roasting everything you little children are talking about
(Tear it down, bro)
I like to ride slip-n-slides with my hand tied
Boy you so pale you need to go outside
You crazy, you drink fluoride, like that bleach brand, Tide
I knew you were fat when I first Spied
Your thighs were really wide
Bama, roll tide
(Heh, just kidding, I'm an LSU fan)
I wanted to take you on a joyride
At least that's what I implied
I just went worldwide just pick you up on the roadside, bruh
(You don't even appreciate that)
(Yeah, that's like, really hurtful)
[Verse 2: sviator1 & Travis Scott]
Access denied
Hmm.. or maybe I'll decide
My chicken is from Texaco
Don't go past Mexico
My chicken's not imported
Some of y'all might get deported
I might get reported
But I'm not racist
Just saying
(Straight up! x5)
[Verse 3: sviator1]
My stomach gets knotty when I think of the Illuminati
Kanye West, looking his best, getting dressed
Hey
Yah
Drake acting like the cream of the crop
One day his mainstream gonna get chopped
Jay-Z's career gonna get put to a full stop
Vigilant Christian gonna hunt you down
400K, could buy himself a crown
Gon give that boy a knockdown
Beantown
Gon make 200K a half crown
LazyTown
Gon make that boy have a meltdown
Talking country boy hoedown
9th grade making touchdowns
[Outro: Bon Iver]
I'm up in the woods
I'm down on my mind
I'm building a still