Mr. Chicken (Dizaster Diss)

Mr. Chicken (Dizaster Diss) Lyrics

(Intro)
Cassidy
Mr. Chicken
Mayhem music
(Verse)
Battlin' was my hobby, body at the Bobby
You must have forgot, boy
Broke niggas do it for the culture, f*ck what they told ya
I do it for the guap, boy
And bat and grap, I'm the king to get back in the ring
I got a quarter million off top, boy
It's all about the muthaf**kin' money
It's all about the muthaf**kin' money
It's all about the muthaf**kin' money
It's all about the muthaf**kin' money
(Verse 2)
When someone born, someone dies
When a gun rise, nigga, you won't see the next sunrise
And the gun size, my youngest sun ties
With dumb-dumbs in the drum, that's my thumb size
And I shoot some, niggas gotta lose tongue
Till they get a gun in they mouth and then they tongue tied
Look, I write ball in the hook that's off the hook
Like that pirate with a patch on one eye
Batty bwoy ya wanda, put it an urn or casket
With the worms and the maggots, the young flies
You ain't in the school of hardknocks alumnis
Had a graduation but they ain't accept your application
You fakin', you ain't eva do sh*t
Lyin' on racks that could get you aired out like a cue tip
I guess this nigga f**kin' with that meth on some woo sh*t
I'm Method Man in Breakin' Bad, heisenberg blue sh*t
My gun got click like a kung-fu flip
I'm jujitsu sh*t, that's that 22 X 2 sh*t
The 4-4 draw blood, on some Soo Woo sh*t
Some Damoo sh*t, bang on some Piroo sh*t
You tryna blow, I been blew like a true crip
True sh*t, believe it if it's comin' off my two lips
I used to street fight on some kim and rawoo sh*t
Now I just stab niggas and shoot sh*t
Have your body floating in the ocean like cruise ship
The pistol rip you apart, you on some shark food sh*t
I'm trigger happy, but I'm always on some in-a-bad-mood sh*t
Hot-headed, tryna be on some cool sh*t
The violence? I'm obsessed with it
Put some pool bars in the tube sock and beat you half to death with it
Fill a clip to the top and pop till nothing left with it
Shootin' every shell in the piece so you can rest in it
Let's get it, they say I fell off and I'm irrelevant
But I'm well off, so I'm intelligent
I was sellin' bricks, trappin', tryna make it work
Now my paper stackin' off rappin' and off paper work
Any time I make a verse, I'm tryna benefit
If it ain't bout the muhf**kin' money, I'm not interested
Big business sh*t, I said it then I meant the sh*t
Extended clips, metal in yo mouth on some dinner sh*t
f**k censorship, but I'm bout to add an album, beretta out
You had the hand before I blew a lead-a out
Bring the cheddar out, I'm the best with it
When they said they had 40 for me, I couldn't mess with it
? Lush One hit my phone and said he had more than 200 for me
End of story, let's get it!
Friends say they gettin' calls about me
Then I got a call from Jagger, they mad on blogs about me
Mr. Chicken, the money man, they ain't even gettin' 20 bands and I got a couple hunid grand
Who won it, man? I got tons of fans
And after this battle, any hater gon' become a fan
I did stadiums, power house, summer jams
You think I'm the underdawg? You too high to understand
I wasn't gettin' cheese, I wasn't in the leads
? my nigga Swiss through the assist, underhand
This not the NBA, but I was cakin' out like my B-day, before my battle with Freeway
My other battles caught on tape was a secret
Cuz the labels payed Swiss not to release it
Yeah, I been the sh*t, I killed goods and so many other niggas
THat I can't even remember it
I can't wait till December hit, it's a Hami
I'mma catch a f**kin' body on December 6th
They put me against this immigrant?!
He gon' get crushed, I hope Lush got him health insurance benefit
Me and battle rap switched up, but if you think raw left off
I'mma pick up, you got me mixed up
I got my wave back, I can name drop, name flip and do a scheme
But nahwImean, I'mma save that
Fall way back, befo' I get the ham and lift the H up and make yo body break up
Wiz and Amber, Mariah and Nick
The day that I retire from this, the day that I retire my dick