ORGANIZED KONFUSION - Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken? (Remix) lyrics

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[Intro/Chorus: x2]

Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken

Huh, c'mon! C'mon!

Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken

Huh! C'mon! HUH! C'mon!

[Pharoahe Monch:]

Watch the rhyme flip, to the rhythm that's sultry

Just because I wrote a dope, rhyme about poetry

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 kiss it

Mother was a recipe genius, and wizard on the grill

Cookin chickity-chick-chick-chick chicken

Slickin greasy made easy bickin

Check the Pro-Keds, with the stripes; mo girls

got a dark blue dungarees Lee 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!

[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 buckshot, 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 BONE

Even though the food's cold

I love it when the chicken got, what shoes got! (sole/soul)

[Chorus:]

Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken

Mmm, c'mon! Uhh, c'mon!

Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken

Mmm, c'mon! HA, c'mon!

[Pharoahe Monch:]

My mother and your mother was ?singin? out the clothes (clothes)

My mother jack, you mother and 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 Mac, 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 {?} her?) Mm-hmm (Monch, you {?} her?} Yep

[Prince Poetry:]

Barbecues in the summer was the mood

(WHOO) Ha-ha-ha-ha, THAT'S THE JOINT

GMC was the park technician

Shiny black Bemas, pull up to listen

I wasn't though 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 laaaast, piece

The evidence was there because she saved the grease

[Chorus: w/ adlibs and instrumental until fade]