Who Stole my Last Piece of Chicken? (Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus] Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken Huh, c'mon, c'mon Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken Huh, c'mon, huh, c'mon Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken Huh, c'mon, c'mon Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken Mm, c'mon, huh, c'mon [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Watch the rhyme flip to the rhythm that's sultry Just because I wrote a dope rhyme about poultry I bring axis to the past in seventies (Yeah) Kiss my ass if you don't wanna remember these Days of the chicken wing, leg and gizzard Mother was a recipe genius and wizard On the grill cookin' chickity-chick-chick-chick chicken Slickin' greasy made easy pickin' Check the PRO-Keds with the stripes, Modell's got 'em Dark blue Dungaree Lees with the bell bottoms Uh (Uh) c'mon, Prince Po' I flow C'mon, uh (Uh), c'mon, Prince Po' I flow C'mon, uh (Uh), c'mon, Prince Po' I flow C'mon, uh (Uh), c'mon, Prince Po' I flow C'mon, uh (Uh), c'mon, Prince Po' I flow C'mon, uh (Uh), c'mon, uh, c'mon [Verse 2: Prince Poetry] Monch, remember, we used to play skelly? Back in the days, our favorite snack was peanut butter and jelly Kelly had a new box Sportin' new jocks with white tube socks, run 'em Over rooftops, cops buck shots and scare us off At bus stops 'cause we threw rocks When the sun sets, then I jet, I'll scuffle In a hurry 'cause moms made curry Chicken (Chicken), chick-chick-chicken Screamin' at me 'cause I'm constantly lickin' the bowl Even though the food's cold I love it when the chicken got what shoes got (Soul) [Chorus] Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken Mm, c'mon, uh, c'mon Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken Mm, c'mon, ha, c'mon [Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry] My mother and your mother was hangin' out the clothes (Clothes) My mother japped your mother in the grill What color blood came out? Red But it's not a red alert 'Cause if I was a kid again, I'll push you in the dirt South to the S-I-D to the E Fresh out of the batch and you can't catch me (Nope) Mrs. Mary Mack all dressed in black She's rather fat and she carries a Louisville Slugger Now I ask you, who's gonna mug her? Her daughter was dope back in the days I really dug her Monch, you dug​​ her? Yep Monch, you dug​​ her? Mhm [Verse 4: Prince Poetry] Barbecues in the summer was the mood (Woo) Ha-ha-ha-ha, that's the joint GMV was the park technician Shiny black Bimmers pull up to listen I wasn't there on the mic, but I didn't care I had the skills of the poet (And a) the strength of a polar Kicked your mom's butt because she stole the Last piece The evidence was there because she saved the grease [Chorus] Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken C'mon, c'mon Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken Mm, c'mon, c'mon Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken C'mon, c'mon Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken C'mon, c'mon Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken C'mon