Cassidy – Mr. Chicken Lyrics
(Intro)
Cassidy
Mr. Chicken
Mayhem music
(Verse)
Battlin’ was my hobby, body at the Bobby
You must have forgot,
boy
Broke niggas do it for the culture, f*ck what they told ya
I do it for
the guap, boy
And bat and grap, I’m the king to get back in the ring
I got
a quarter million off top, boy
It’s all about the muthafuckin’ money
It’s all about the muthafuckin’
money
It’s all about the muthafuckin’ money
It’s all about the
muthafuckin’ money
(Verse 2)
When someone born, someone dies
When a gun rise, nigga, you
won’t see the next sunrise
And the gun size, my youngest sun ties
With
dumb-dumbs in the drum, that’s my thumb size
And I shoot some, niggas gotta
lose tongue
Till they get a gun in they mouth and then they tongue
tied
Look, I write ball in the hook that’s off the hook
Like that pirate
with a patch on one eye
Batty bwoy ya wanda, put it an urn or casket
With
the worms and the maggots, the young flies
You ain’t in the school of
hardknocks alumnis
Had a graduation but they ain’t accept your
application
You fakin’, you ain’t eva do shit
Lyin’ on racks that could
get you aired out like a cue tip
I guess this nigga fuckin’ with that meth on
some woo shit
I’m Method Man in Breakin’ Bad, heisenberg blue shit
My gun
got click like a kung-fu flip
I’m jujitsu shit, that’s that 22 X 2
shit
The 4-4 draw blood, on some Soo Woo shit
Some Damoo shit, bang on
some Piroo shit
You tryna blow, I been blew like a true crip
True shit,
believe it if it’s comin’ off my two lips
I used to street fight on some kim
and rawoo shit
Now I just stab niggas and shoot shit
Have your body
floating in the ocean like cruise ship
The pistol rip you apart, you on some
shark food shit
I’m trigger happy, but I’m always on some in-a-bad-mood
shit
Hot-headed, tryna be on some cool shit
The violence? I’m obsessed
with it
Put some pool bars in the tube sock and beat you half to death with
it
Fill a clip to the top and pop till nothing left with 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 sellin’
bricks, trappin’, tryna make it work
Now my paper stackin’ off rappin’ and
off paper work
Any time I make a verse, I’m tryna benefit
If it ain’t bout
the muhfuckin’ money, I’m not interested
Big business shit, I said it then I
meant the shit
Extended clips, metal in yo mouth on some dinner shit
Fuck
censorship, but I’m bout to add an album, beretta out
You had the hand before
I blew a lead-a 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
? Lush One hit my phone and
said he had more than 200 for me
End of story, let’s get it!
Friends say
they gettin’ calls about me
Then I got a call from Jagger, they mad on blogs
about me
Mr. Chicken, the money man, they ain’t even gettin’ 20 bands and I
got a couple hunid grand
Who won it, man? I got tons of fans
And after
this battle, any hater gon’ become a fan
I did stadiums, power house, summer
jams
You think I’m the underdawg? You too high to understand
I wasn’t
gettin’ cheese, I wasn’t in the leads
? my nigga Swiss through the assist,
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
Cuz the
labels payed Swiss not to release it
Yeah, I been the shit, I killed goods
and so many other niggas
THat I can’t even remember it
I can’t wait till
December hit, it’s a Hami
I’mma catch a fuckin’ body on December 6th
They
put me against this immigrant?!
He gon’ get crushed, I hope Lush got him
health insurance benefit
Me and battle rap switched up, but if you think raw
left off
I’mma pick up, you got me mixed up
I got my wave back, I can name
drop, name flip and do a scheme
But nahwImean, I’mma save that
Fall way
back, befo’ I get the ham and lift the H up and make yo body break up
Wiz and
Amber, Mariah and Nick
The day that I retire from this, the day that I retire
my dick
