To be honest, I'm sitting on my couch In my house Right In my footie pajamas While I'm drinking danimals Not sure if it rhymed But like I said I suck Bet you if I win a battle you owe me 100 bucks
Frootloop You honestly really smell like soup I dislike to rhyme but poetry It's more my thing I love to sing But it sounds more like ding Frootloop is actually cereal I would throw her into a barrel If I could What if I should? She wont give me opinion But she's my Lil minion
I've got to admit baby I've been stricken By this deliciousness that have people finger-lickin Some people are Christian some people are Wiccan But there should be a church dedicated to Chicken The pews would be full every dang Sunday And you'd have a chicken hangover every Monday Be killin all the hens like you was Al Bund-ay Chicken baby you know that it's delicious Eat it like a tiger-man that looks vicious its your birthday we know where you'll spend your wishes You'll be wishin for chicken on all of your dishes