Play ya position, So getting money is ya mission
You used to be a chicken but you moved up to a pigeon
You got new kix, but also got no food in ya kitchen
You mess with the type of cats that get cooked on Thanksgiving
Dusty wally's with karate breath, that joint was straight kicking
Brightass 54-gores that could blind a man vision
Who you dissing, baldheaded but I see ya facial hair ain't missing
How you count my doe and you can't do addition
Rather be broke then you, matter there's no differnce
I resistant, while you persistent, keep ya distance
What the f*ck's wrong, gave you that *&#$ that ya stuck on
YAl chickens is purdue-do, I'ma let ya chickens cluck on
Yal got flammable breath, I would hit it if it was only animals left
Play cee-lo, talking about you got gambling debts
What cleavage, look like a truck ran on ya chest
You hatchlings is hungry, go handle your nest
And all yal chickens can quote this, cause Bruce wrote this
Yal swarming on a nah like a bunch of locus
I love my queens but not no slitch
Joint so wide it could fit about 4 d#cks
Suck me off til' yal chickens got no lips
Went to school for 14 years and still don't know shit
Before yal can diss, before yal can get mad and bitch
Remember yal why this whole web page exist
If yal still confused check my nah aford web page, aight then