Lyrics:
Chicken Reel

Some days are all Mondays, sort of time on ice It seems like jet planes on snowed in runways Under clear blue skies, who needs it? Nothing is real but

This is not a song about the one that got away This is not a song about the girl who didn't love me Once again I have made somebody cry Once again, once

to fix it in the mix But the stock sees green on page thirteen Means Disney's up a nickel a share Stallone cuts deal for a major reel Means Rocky number

hoes allowed That bitch can cluck and fuck my homies Be a dyke and spike my Hennessy, have babies by one of my enemies, then,then, then Man the chicks

you down the street (The street) On natural bridge down the King's highway We will chill in with my peeps (Chillin', my peeps) That L U N A T I C, oh, you fo' reel We're not filthy rich but we could use a bath Let a chick

year, I'm getting light from gripping mics Fans getting hype and my pockets getting right With my nigga Trigger T.O., you know how we go On that reel-to-reel

Do you remember Tony from Capicu? And Carribean chicks be like Papi Chu All you haters out there can't stop me dude I got niggas out there dem shotta

killas and scrappers And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers And I can care less about a battlin' skills 'Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel

Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her And Killa done fucked her in love with the chick The slut was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the