At the fucked up Chicken Head Convention
Nationwide Jones Beach all the boroughs is representin'
We got the big weaves the big shoes bad attitudes
Huh it's on and poppin' out this motherfucka
Well this is Nik D hood broken to the end tell a friend beyatch
And we gon' check in with these here chickens
Yo shorty um excuse me could you tell me your name?
I'm buggin' out buggin' out buggin' out yo whassup??!?
Oh, shorty, chill chill see, understand, I'm just tryin to interview
Yeah no, nah funereal doe, check it out check it out, one second
Tell me why they call you, a chickenhead?
Ahh I understand
Niggaz be callin' me a motherfuckin' chickenhead cause
I be goin' to the store wearin' that same grapefruit t-shirt
I had on before, and diggin' up my ass, my nose
Heh, ah yeah, I see how you get down
And the whole nine, my boggle you can kiss my chicken ass
I'ma go over here and step to the next chicken head
Ah excuse me, shorty, right there, you, yeah you
Come here, tell me why are you, at the chicken head convention?
I mean, where you comin' from?
Girl let me tell you
I just came from the mall, boostin' my motherfuckin' ass off
Look at all I got here all in this bag
Mad DKNY, Moskino, they got it all girl, they got it all
Yo c'mon bitch, you know I gotta go!
Bring your motherfuckin' ass on!
Nigga, your man, girl
Damn, here he go!
Always runnin' your mouth
Anyway umm, I'ma step on over here
To the silver jewelry booth
Mad chicken heads over there, them bitches swear they fly
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"Chicken Head Convention" as written by Reggie Noble
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