Don’t tell me ****** Don’t like chicken, bro Look at the lengths To which they will go For a Popeye’s sandwich You might get killed, yo But they’ll wait on line For one, even so
Don’t tell me ****** Aren’t addicted to chicken As if it were crack That was there for the picking As the Colonel might say When it’s finger licking Nothing beats a piece Of good fried chicken
Don’t tell me ****** Don’t like that yard bird To even suggest that Is simply absurd And popeye’s sandwiches I know ya heard Are the best of the bunch At least that’s the word
Don’t say that ****** Don’t eat chicken on Sunday They eat other things If it’s let’s say, a Monday In fact it’s as common As is the gunplay We hear in the hood When the cops are away