Liger Hood - Orange Chicken lyrics

MMM…Orange Chicken, f** these Vixens p**y addict p**y, but today, ain't my ambitions f** you Sergio, and how I eat Fried Chicken It lacks the glisten sweet taste of orange chicken Came back from the green so a n***a hungry Open up your fridge can tell you been waitin' fo me If you were a women we'd undress, press, caress Mess around b**h I'm cumming quick called that panda express What is next? The zest sh** the citrus got in my eye (Ha!!!) And was it worth it off course now here's why? The taste beyond numeric, this sh** ain't generic Gotta embellish, a splash of taste a second genesis Newer Testament, written by the Blasian Jesus Don't believe us, cause Yezzus signed to Adidas Tis the season to be jolly regards if I was naughty Cause mommy made fresh gallon of that Niktea Mama fragile wrist but still makin the recipe For da Orange chicken n***a, We ain't Japanese So f** y'all Teriyaki, s** your own wasabi Forgot da weed at the green, so I had to use da pocky Chow Mien to an Italian, Orange Chicken to a Blaxican Mama food beautiful like her, Kimchi Kardashian Buddha gotta stayin patience, but my eye's dilating Fixating to the s**y fact, I'm watching you marinating Now you outta the tub but I'm the putting on the towel Lay you down on the table, devour, you for bout half an hour Take back earlier, I ain't Jesus, don't ever wanna Can't imagine to da d**h of me to be my last supper If it was my last, don't give a f**, Christine Chubbuck I'd blast my a** on a live sportscast or p**y out and just to upchuck But rather be a mutherf** that upchuck this food This ain't soul food but the damn this Seoul food Got Liger Hood, inner spirit feelin like I should Feel good like a Lumberjack Buddha who just chopped logwood But Feel hood like a Buddha in Tibet not in Beijing Or Peking or Shenyang even worse Pyongyang Cuz Trying praise this chicken but da regime against my religion Until they found out that sweet and sour go swell on chicken Kim Jong-un and his goons where up to no good Started makin trouble in my neighborhood As soon as I told them like the KKK, my hood was white Just like their vison the north side chiggas were outta sight Alright, let's get back to my darling chicken Forbid to have my foreskin in another chicken As I bow, I vow never to look at the ingredients of General Tso Even if her dirty deeds is for me to see her sesame seeds Oh sh** her secret sauce gotta me shakin from the knee Oh please orange chicken please forgive me My avisodomy lead to the pain imma endure I'm pregnant and I'm pretty sure that this boy is yours This p**y got yo co*k no protection from dat friction Cause explain to me why our son a duckin' gryphon