CRUSTY CHICKEN from Empirical by Sad Salad, arselz
Tracklist
8. | CRUSTY CHICKEN | 2:52 |
Lyrics
I'm a sole survivor in an accident that I created.
If you wanna take my advice, please don't drive inebriated.
Momma told me to buy eggs, and eggs the thing that I created.
When I'm driving without license, cops producing only hatred.
I'm producing two-way violence, I'm not a Man of Steel.
Even though you think you lioness, have a way to make you kneel.
Have a way to make you feel.
Have a way to make you still.
Ill.
Chill.
Take that pill.
Fuck that. Just hop in my automobile.
Crusty chicken in my belly. (Belly)
Chicken in my. (Crusty)
Crusty means it makes that sound.
Sound of the breaking bones.
If you’re very bad at breaking,
Then blue crystals in your nose.
Then what's good in all your hoes?
Feeling empty, I suppose?
And no bros to fill that void,
Only chicken is too close.
Crusty chicken in my belly. (Belly)
Chicken in my. (Crusty)
I feel an emptiness filling my belly and trying to
Kill me. I fight but my power's so low I just need to be
Chill. Please, I'm trying but that's not enough to stop.
Illness is spreading through my veins and into my mind palace.
Crusty chicken in my belly. (Belly)
Chicken in my. (Crusty)
Credits
Seraj Efendiev, Arslan Zagirov, Andrey Bryancev