Chicken Dinner

Let me talk to you people all just for a minute Let me start this rap it’s over before it’s finished, Working on my craft bars are already sentenced And I use my pen so smooth to relieve tension When I’m on the mic does it sound like I am bitching, Or do you feel the shit to get you going when it’s hitting, You might just get your fix cause the proof is what I’m living, AA a problem boy the kid is not kidding Fuck talking I really do the walking, I hit you on the weekend you can tell that this is often, Big boss and these hoes is who I’m calling The girl is like exhaust fan the way she blowing Austin Big flossing, Hit you with the caution Tell you get back Cause when I get back yea I get up in this shit like surgery, When I’m on the mic is purgery, In the 3rd degree I hit a bitch but it’s just a verb to me, I’m verbally a curse on a verse I preach What I’m saying there is no one disturbing me I purge the beast worse and I’m first to feast, I master peace simply cause no one out rapping me A bastardly dream but it has to be, When I see the fear of this competition, Motherfucker when I’m on it I just feel like bitching, When I do it I lap the numbers double digits, I’m seeing crack fiends fidget like the fucking spinners, When I’m rapping I do it for the fucking winner, And when I get it winner winner then it’s chicken dinner, I’ve been a sinner but now I feel like the center, A rollercoaster of a rapper gotta stand deliver