[Mr. Muthaf**in' eXquire ordering drive-thru]
[Hook:]
I hit the liquor spot, then the chicken spot
Three pieces, French fries; I hope my sh** still hot
I hit the liquor spot, then the chicken spot
Three pieces, French fries; I hope my sh** still hot
I hope my sh** still hot!
(x2)
[Verse 1: Mr. Muthaf**in' eXquire]
Yummy, I got rum in my tummy
Plus a breast and two wings, I don't f** with no drumstick
Gimme some new fries, I don't like ‘em too crunchy
Free soda on the side, I mix that with Bacardi
f** Popeye's, Colonel Sanders I'm sorry
But that red and white stripe box glow when it's open
Plus they make pizza ya'll can't f** with this
Got macaroni salad too, but I don't trust that sh**
On Friday all the drunk s*uts stumble in
And all they want is a burger and to s** some dick
f** this sh**, my spot ?[…]?
Ya'll n***as chicken look grey and your fries are green
Call it a snack box but it's a meal to me
Say that its junk food but its for real to me
Nice liner for your stomach when you S-I-P
No hangover; I recover quick like Wolverine
[Hook]
[Interlude: eXquire's Boy]
Yo yo what the f** is this?
[Indian Man at Register]
What do you mean what the f** is this?
[Boy]
Yo, son, I gave you $20
[Indian Man]
You did not give me $20!
[Boy]
Yes I did! Yo I gave you $20, son, that's all I had in my pocket
[Indian Man]
Check your pocket again!
[Boy]
Yo gimme my motherf**in' money, son… before I cut your beard off, man
[Verse 2: Dallas the Kid]
Sippin' on a cup of Grey Goose, just finished!
Turn this b**h loose
?[…]?
Monkey walkin' down the ave
Seen a chick, thought she bad
Drunken frame, grabbed her a**
She started cussin' with the blames and the names
Shadowin' me to the chicken spot, flappin' her wings
Said you lookin' s**y as a mother
Much better than the b**h I got at home under the covers
Eat a biscuit, here, extra bu*ter
She smiled, gave me her digits
But time was off, her man called
And he storms in for his broad, like 6'5” tall
I played it off like nothin' happened
Grabbed my chicken box started snackin'
Look at her with my eyes like:
“If you won't tell, then hey I won't tell”
I got your napkin slip, now we can chill
Bag a chick and cop a chicken at the chicken spot, finger lickin'
[Hook]
[Indian Man]
Thank you come again!