Ca**idy - Mr. Chicken lyrics

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Ca**idy - Mr. Chicken lyrics

[Hook] Battlin' was my hobby, body after body/ You must have forgot boy/ Broke n***as do it for the culture/ f** what they told you, I do it for the guap boy/ In Battle Rap I'm the King, to get back in the ring/ I got a quarter million off top boy/ [Bridge] It's all about the motherf**in' money/ It's all about the motherf**in' money/ It's all about the motherf**in' money/ It's all about the motherf**in' money/ [Verse 1] When someone born, someone dies/ When the gun rise n***a, you won't see the next sunrise/ The gun size my youngest son size/ With dum-dums and a drum that's my thumb size/ And I shoot some, n***as got a loose tongue/ Till they get a gun in their mouth and then they get tongue tied/ Look I write bars in the book that's off the hook/ Like that pirate with a patch on one eye/ Body boy, you wan' die? Put in an urn or casket/ With worms and the maggots, the young flies/ You ain't in the school of Hard Knocks alumni/ You had a graduation but they ain't accept your application/ You fakin', you ain't never do sh**/ Lyin' on wax, that can get you aired out like a Q-tip/ I guess this n***a f**in' with that meth on some Wu sh**/ Not Method Man, that Breaking Bad-Heisenberg blue sh**/ My gun got kick like a kung fu flick/ Some Jiu Jitsu sh**, that's that 22 times 2 sh**/ The .44 draw blood on some SooWoo sh**/ Some Damu sh**, bang on some Piru sh**/ You trynna blow, I been blew like a true Crip/ True sh**, believe it if it's comin' out my two lips/ I used to street fight on some Ken and Ryu sh**/ (Hadouken!) Now I just stab n***as and shoot sh**/ Have your body floatin' in the ocean like a cruise ship/ The pistol rip you apart, you on some shark food sh**/ I'm trigger happy, but I'm always on some "in the bad mood" sh**/ Hot-headed, trynna be on some cool sh**/ But violence, I'm obsessed with it/ Put some pool balls in a tube sock/ And beat you half to d**h with it/ Feel it cut to the top and pop till nothing left in it/ Shootin' every shell in the piece so you can rest in it/ Let's get it, they say I fell off and I'm irrelevant/ But I'm well off so I'm intelligent/ I was selling bricks, trappin' trynna make it work/ Now my paper stackin' off rap and no paperwork/ Every time I make a verse, I'm trynna benefit/ If it ain't about the muhf**in' money, I ain't interested/ Big business sh**, I said then I meant the sh**/ Extended clips, metal in your mouth on some dentist sh**/ f** censorship, but I'm bout to edit out/ Beretta out, you had a head before I blew a letter out/ Bring the cheddar out, I'm the best with it/ When they said they had 40' for me, I couldn't mess with it/ Till Lush One hit my phone and said he had over 200' for me/ End of story, let's get it; Fred said he gettin' calls about me/ Then I got a call from Jag like they mad doin' blogs about me/ Mr. Chicken, the money man/ They ain't even gettin' 20 bands/ And I got a couple hundred grand/ Who want it man? I got tons of fans/ And after this battle, every hater gone become a fan/ I did stadiums, Powerhouse, Summer Jam/ You think I'm the underdog, you too high to understand/ I wasn't gettin' cheese, I wasn't in the lead/ Till my n***a Swizz threw the a**ist underhand/ This not the NBA, but I was cakin' out like my B-Day/ Before my battle with Freeway/ My other battles caught on tape was a secret/ Cause the labels paid Swizz not to release it/ Yeah, I been the sh**, I k**ed Goodz/ And so many other n***as, that I can't even remember it/ I can't wait till December hit, it's a homi'/ I'm a catch a f**in' body on December 6th/ They put me against this immigrant? He gone get crushed/ I hope Lush got him health insurance benefits/ Yeah Battle Rap switched up/ But if you think where I left off/ I'm a pick up, you got me mixed up/ I got my way back, I can name-drop/ Name flip, and do a scheme/ But yah I mean, I'm a save that/ Fall way back, 'fore I get the hammer/ Lift the H up and make ya body breakup, Wiz & Amber/ Mariah and Nick, the day I retire from this/ The day that I retire my dick... never!/ It's whatever, all these battle cats know that/ I'm the Floyd "Money" Mayweather of Battle Rap, facts!/ [Hook + Bridge] [Outro]

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