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Letra : Chicken Little
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...
Ok, 21 on the beat, like I f**ked a vegetable
I just left the hospital. I just f**ked 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*t*h disappear call me David Blaine
I gave your girl the Pinky and that b*t*h gave me Brain
Yeah they offered me a Xan but that sh*t too f**kin 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**ked me in exchange for six Box Tops
Chick named Macy
B*t*h named Stacy
Y’all are f**king clowns like you’re victims of John Wayne Gacy
I blow your man in the car like the f**king A/C
My c*ck know a lot so I call it D**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*t*h in ping pong
She sucking on my ding dong
Sounding like GOCK GOCK GOCK like a Klingon
I got a broke d**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
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**king Little
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**kin your mom AY
My d**k in the box, shoutout Samberg
Hit her with that schnitzel, shoutout Hamburg
Put the DNA in Edna, she even love my soft d**k
Always on the scene like I was f**kin a goth chick
Chilling with your mother sipping Chardonnay
Too f**kin polite saying pardon me
Now she’s ploppin’ down the vinyl playing Marvin Gaye
Now we both f**kin sweating like a Spartan Race
I’m f**kin 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*t*h pu**y look like Admiral Akbar
F**k your b*t*h 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
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**king Little
Ok, 21 on the beat, like I f**ked a vegetable
I just left the hospital. I just f**ked 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*t*h disappear call me David Blaine
I gave your girl the Pinky and that b*t*h gave me Brain
Yeah they offered me a Xan but that sh*t too f**kin 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**ked me in exchange for six Box Tops
Chick named Macy
B*t*h named Stacy
Y’all are f**king clowns like you’re victims of John Wayne Gacy
I blow your man in the car like the f**king A/C
My c*ck know a lot so I call it D**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*t*h in ping pong
She sucking on my ding dong
Sounding like GOCK GOCK GOCK like a Klingon
I got a broke d**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
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**king Little
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**kin your mom AY
My d**k in the box, shoutout Samberg
Hit her with that schnitzel, shoutout Hamburg
Put the DNA in Edna, she even love my soft d**k
Always on the scene like I was f**kin a goth chick
Chilling with your mother sipping Chardonnay
Too f**kin polite saying pardon me
Now she’s ploppin’ down the vinyl playing Marvin Gaye
Now we both f**kin sweating like a Spartan Race
I’m f**kin 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*t*h pu**y look like Admiral Akbar
F**k your b*t*h 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
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**king Little
