16 years ago, one day
I was walking down the street
I was cruising in Brooklyn
You know what I’m saying?
Something was cooking
But, wasn’t yet a chicken
There was a man
Selling chicks in a box
He said, “2 for 1, but 3 for 2”
I said, “That’s not bad – here’s money for you”
One was magenta, the other was blue
I KNOW MY CHICKEN
YOU GOT TO KNOW YOUR CHICKEN
One day, the blue one went away
The other grew up fuckin’ well
She was noisy every night
I had always chicken-bite
Then I met a lover
One night, she made me dinner
Licking finger, I wondered
Where she got the chicken
I KNOW MY CHICKEN
YOU GOT TO KNOW YOUR CHICKEN
Spare the rod and spoil the chick
Before you go and shit a brick
I KNOW MY CHICKEN
YOU GOT TO KNOW YOUR CHICKEN
She went to college to study anatomy
I followed her father’s butchery
We got 2 babies, Isn’t it cool?
One is Magenta, the other is Blue
I KNOW MY CHICKEN
YOU GOT TO KNOW YOUR CHICKEN |