
The 3rd installment to our drive thru rap series: Chick Fil A! Lyrics are original: Ethan: For round 3, let's go on a tasty escapade to the land where the first chicken sandwich was made -- gourmet fast food, not to mention they're so polite. Scope this FrothyChicken swag and prep my food while I recite. That spicy chicken sandwich makes my taste buds tickle, but let's use the KIS method: Keep it Simple -- hold the pickle! Parker: Ethan, you love pickles. Ethan: Well, maybe I used to, that don't mean I can't be fickle with the ambiguity of the subtle order that trickles off the pallet of my wicked and infamous rhyme spitta. That's Parker Hayes Jr., my designated hitta, but don't step up to bat, I'm kinda feelin' like a little polynesian, a side of cheese -- just some minor additions. A cornucopia of treats just to measure my chick addiction man. Check my diction, or the 6-inch incision of the order that I'm listin under the ridges of ya britches! Pause. Repetition, please start ya engines. Spit my rhymes too fast that ya probably didn't listen. So, gimme a numba 4. Extra margarine please, hold the pickles though, and listen to Parker's flow. Parker: Separate the orders mayne, i want my own check im ballin on a budget no stacks on deck its survival of the fittest and i need to get fed it will take two chicken biscuits to get my ass outta bed. is it past 10:30 oh shit, check the time i didn't look at the clock before i started this rhyme im just a hungry ass dude sitting <b>...</b>
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