El-P - Chicken Spot Rock lyrics

[Mr. Muthaf**in' eXquire ordering drive-thru] [Hook:] I hit the liquor spot, then the chicken spot Three pieces, French fries; I hope my sh** still hot I hit the liquor spot, then the chicken spot Three pieces, French fries; I hope my sh** still hot I hope my sh** still hot! (x2) [Verse 1: Mr. Muthaf**in' eXquire] Yummy, I got rum in my tummy Plus a breast and two wings, I don't f** 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** 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** with this Got macaroni salad too, but I don't trust that sh** On Friday all the drunk s*uts stumble in And all they want is a burger and to s** some dick f** this sh**, my spot ?[…]? Ya'll n***as 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** is this? [Indian Man at Register] What do you mean what the f** 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**in' 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**h loose ?[…]? Monkey walkin' down the ave Seen a chick, thought she bad Drunken frame, grabbed her a** She started cussin' with the blames and the names Shadowin' me to the chicken spot, flappin' her wings Said you lookin' s**y as a mother Much better than the b**h I got at home under the covers Eat a biscuit, here, extra bu*ter 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!