Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken? (Remix) Paroles

[Pharoahe Monch:]
Watch the rhyme flip, to the rhythm that's sultry
Just because I wrote a dope, rhyme about poetry
I bring, axis to the past in seventies (yeah)
Kiss my ass if you don't wanna remember these
days of the chicken wing, leg and kiss it
Mother was a recipe genius, and wizard on the grill
Cookin chickity-chick-chick-chick chicken
Slickin greasy made easy bickin
Check the Pro-Keds, with the stripes; mo girls
got a dark blue dungarees Lee with the bell-bottoms
Uh (UH!) c'mon, Prince Po' I flow
C'mon, uh (UH!) c'mon, Prince Po' I flow
C'mon, uh (UH!) c'mon, Prince Po' I flow
C'mon, uh (UH!) c'mon, Prince Po' I flow
C'mon, uh (UH!) c'mon, Prince Po' I flow
C'mon, uh (UH!) c'mon! Uh, C'MON!

[Prince Poetry:]
Monch, remember, we used to play skelly? at bus stops, cause we threw ROCKS
When the sun sets, then I jet, I'll scuffle
in a hurry, cause moms made curry
chicken, chicken, chick-chick-chicken
Screamin at me, cause I'm constantly lickin the BONE
Even though the food's cold
I love it when the chicken got, what shoes got! (sole/soul)

[Chorus:]
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Mmm, c'mon! Uhh, c'mon!
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Mmm, c'mon! HA, c'mon!

[Pharoahe Monch:]
My mother and your mother was ?singin? out the clothes (clothes)
My mother jack, you mother and the grill
What color blood came out?.. RED
But it's not a red alert
'Cause if I was a kid again, I'll push you in the dirt
South to the S-I, D to the E
Fresh out of the batch and you can't catch me (nope)
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
She's, rather fat, and she, carries a Louisville Slugger
Now I ask you, who's gonna mug her?
Her daughter was dope back in the days I really dug her
(Monch, you {?} her?) Mm-hmm (Monch, you {?} her?} Yep

[Prince Poetry:]
Barbecues in the summer was the mood
(WHOO) Ha-ha-ha-ha, THAT'S THE JOINT
GMC was the park technician
Shiny black Bemas, pull up to listen
I wasn't though on the mic, but I didn't care
I had the skills of the poet (and a) the strength of a polar
Kicked your mom's butt, because she stole the laaaast, piece
The evidence was there because she saved the grease

[Chorus: w/ adlibs and instrumental until fade]