[Intro]
Hey, yeah! I've got all these chickens to fry up
I want everybody to get up and eat out tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got the chicken jones
I want you to drive on up, now I got somethin' to sell ya'
I told ya' not to eat that brown shit, now I want to tell how to make the chicken better
So come on down and get your cholestorol
Hey, yeah!

[Verse 1]
The incredible, untouchably finga licken phenom of a birdy wit' some butter rolls
And we can fry the slime outta the order
Though the frozen mother clucker came wit wings and toes
So one time in the fryer for the chicken and all the spicey herbs will be bakin like cake
Two times for them damn chicken fingers
Mexicans all in the kitchen, keep on dippin' 'till eight
Crunchy toast, tender roast, with zest, send it out
Shippin chicken all around the world
Customers in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys an girls
Stop the fryer, let it sit and smell good,
grab a bucket, I'ma fill it till the bottom explodes
Code Red, Dr P, 7-up, what you want?
I even got a jalepenio bowl
The roasting state of original recepie goes subliminal
[Buck Buck] cuz they can smell what I gots
They want it so bad, four dollars in my hand
Enough to buy a entire two kids meals, go one, wave ya' greasy bags, they're hot!
And everytime they try puttin' hot wings in their mouth
wit' spice that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta grab them some ice, because they burned out their stomach lining, sauce making them choke
Better eat the tender crunch faster, look at all the mess it leaves
You've got your fingers all covered in grease (C'mon)

Man! This Kentucky Fried shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While they're makin dough, My bowels hate me, know what I'm sayin'?
While they eatin wings, my bowels hate me
And then my broad, my kid walkin' around eatin' it
Boy, if they chomp another breast, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though
I got hot dog relish, got soda pop from Wal-mart's shelves
I got my own resturaunt, you eat from us
Posse straight up from Taco Bell, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this Colonel think he is?

[Verse 2]
It's a house hold name, this shit better be fresh and fly at all times
If you spit it out and about, the head manager shouts, until we refund to the very last dime
I feed that tingle with some fine biscuits I have bought
And those wedges fill my stomach, you can tell by the way I walk
Ooh lawd, more flavor than the donut shop, ask the cops
People in the line want them crunchy hot
Little do they know I spat in their box
Heat em' up, eat em up quick
If you see buckets spinnin 'round the corner, pull up quick, imitators can suck dick
I tried to sell 'em, but they dont want no chicken
I tried some whinin', but they just kept on pissin, while urinating, nobody listens
And recepies keep on comin, even ones that seem against the rules
Them jewels were made for the chicken, but you can't bake chicken jewels!
Eat that fillet between two loaves of bread
we all ain't playin', cuz thru these fryers chicken still be good when they're dead
Call ya' producers, we be sellin white meats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, buckaw, We be K F C!
C'mon

Yeah sir
I'm not ready to order, still lookin
Ok now I ready! Fry this good, extra sauce
I need some original Recipay!
No wedges please
Instead of fried, I nead baked, I lied
Ok, how much will this be?
What the f*** you mean a dolla forty?!?!