Chickenshit

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Where I see God, you just see green
 What you call product I call a
 Cheap shot violation
 Brute abomination
 Domination in vain, blessed with the brains to find better ways
 Stand up to it, chickenshit
 Don't lose yourself to corporate gain
 Let them fall and crumble
 Don't sleep through the alarm
 The sweet dreams are over, wake up
 Fun lovin' silly ones at Tyson bless their heart
 With a goofy, toothless smile and a stench like a fart
 Rich, white, fat fucks sit
 Push insane objectives
 Fifteen minute break; squeeze the chickens 'til they spew
 Get to act like a caveman, yabba dabba doo
 No time to use the bathroom
 Piss on what they consume
 I work hard on the line all motherfuckin' day
 Bust a cap in yo feathered ass if you hurt my brain
 East coast chicken choker, so insane
 Don't hate the playa, hate the game BITCH!
 Cash stackin' killa, pimpin' hens and hoes
 I got blood and guts all over my clothes
 No fuckin' chicken gonna peck my crew
 Full of backwoods hicks and illegal foos SHIT!
 Down in Hell, Chef Hitler rolls your balls in batter
 Sam Walton sells your frozen thighs at a low price
 Loose skin Jared from Subway devours your congealed flesh, eat fresh
 Bobby Flay grills and marinades your breast and legs
 What kind of man slams an animal into the wall?
 Were you molested?
 What kind of people buy their food from Neanderthals?
 Whole goddamn place does; united land of morons
 What kind of country lets this happen without even a fee to pay?
 The good ole USA
 What kind of God do you believe in, is it like you, fat cheap and lazy?
 Crucified for fast food
 Slave master Sanders and his famous fried chicken
 Antibiotics and arsenic a-make it finger lickin'
 Buckets full of corpses
 Piss shit sauce and biscuits
 Cute little slogans are the selling points
 Not ethics and morals, doing chickens right
 Things that should disturb
 Erased by spice and herbs
 Travel long distance, got a craving for a blood clot
 Look for a shithole, highway pit stop
 Fat to the finish
 Cuz I eat Popeye's chicks
 Visit Chick fil-A witness the bizarre Mormons
 Where the Word of God says "Save the cows, kill more chickens"
 Holy Sabbath Sunday
 Rest for sin on Monday
 Down in Hell, Genghis Khan packs your ass with breadcrumbs
 Dave Thomas wants your fat ass as a midnight snack
 Some asshole from McDonalds makes chunks of you a dollar menu
 George Foreman, your blood dripping, his lean mean machine

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Duration
04:11
Tempo
120 BPM

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