Chicken Little lyrics

[Intro]
Chicken Little is a 2005 American 3D computer-animated science fiction comedy film, produced by Walt Disney Feature Animation and loosely based on the original fable of the same name. The 46th Disney...

[Verse 1]
Ok, 21 on the beat, like I f*cked a vegetable
I just left the hospital. I just f*cked a vegetable
The FCC called me, they said it’s unacceptable
I’m telling y’all to hold on to your 21 collectibles
I got more gay bars than Boystown
These boys drown
In c*mshots that pour down, then rebound, destroy towns
Make your b*tch disappear call me David Blaine
I gave your girl the Pinky and that b*tch gave me Brain
Yeah they offered me a Xan but that sh*t too f*ckin potent
I’m chilling off of tap water, half an Ibuprofen
Got a girl, in my room, boutta knock her socks off
Your mother just f*cked me in exchange for six Box Tops
Chick named Macy
b*tch named Stacy
Y’all are f*cking clowns like you’re victims of John Wayne Gacy
I blow your man in the car like the f*cking A/C
My c*ck know a lot so I call it di*k Tracy
She said “Hey Daddy, I’m horny”
I said “Hi horny, I’m daddy”
I’m like a gay golfer the way I’m riding round in this Caddy
School yo b*tch in ping pong
She sucking on my ding dong
Sounding like GOCK GOCK GOCK like a Klingon
I got a broke di*k call that sh*t Poor Richard
c*mshot’s a baseball, ya boy is the pitcher
And ya girl is the catcher, you can be the umpire
Seventh inning stretch, she’ll play Glub just to bump fire

[Chorus]
You can call me fruity but your girl taste like Skittles
Got a leg up on y’all like you goddamn cripples
And if y’all seeking heat like a goddamn missile
21 here to save the day, Chicken f*cking Little

[Verse 2]
Cooking up your mother flapjacks on the griddle
After taking her to see your dad in the hospital
Come downstairs son, we’re watching Malcolm in the Middle
Then I was gonna teach your little brother how to whittle
You don’t have to call me dad yet, call me 21
I want you to know that I love you plenty son
It may be hard to get used to your old dad being gone
But maybe it’ll help to know that I’m f*ckin your mom AY
My di*k in the box, shoutout Samberg
Hit her with that schnitzel, shoutout Hamburg
Put the DNA in Edna, she even love my soft di*k
Always on the scene like I was f*ckin a goth chick
Chilling with your mother sipping Chardonnay
Too f*ckin polite saying pardon me
Now she’s ploppin’ down the vinyl playing Marvin Gaye
Now we both f*ckin sweating like a Spartan Race
I’m f*ckin foreign hoes like I’m a Toronto Raptor
Bending over back for me like I’m their chiropractor
If your girl come near me don’t let her know I’m a rapper
That b*tch pus*y look like Admiral Akbar
f*ck your b*tch always get consent
Nut on her nose now she got that c*m scent
Call me a benchwarmer cause I don’t play
The only straight I am is straight up GAY

[Chorus]
Yeah, you can call me fruity but your girl taste like Skittles
Got a leg up on y’all like you goddamn cripples
And if y’all seeking heat like a goddamn missile
21 here to save the day, Chicken f*cking Little