[Chorus]
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Huh, c'mon, c'mon
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Huh, c'mon, huh, c'mon
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Huh, c'mon, c'mon
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Mm, c'mon, huh, c'mon

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Watch the rhyme flip to the rhythm that's sultry
Just because I wrote a dope rhyme about poultry
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 gizzard
Mother was a recipe genius and wizard
On the grill cookin' chickity-chick-chick-chick chicken
Slickin' greasy made easy pickin'
Check the PRO-Keds with the stripes, Modell's got 'em
Dark blue Dungaree Lees 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
[Verse 2: Prince Poetry]
Monch, remember, we used to play skelly?
Back in the days, our favorite snack was peanut butter and jelly
Kelly had a new box
Sportin' new jocks with white tube socks, run 'em
Over rooftops, cops buck shots and scare us off
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 bowl
Even though the food's cold
I love it when the chicken got what shoes got (Soul)

[Chorus]
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Mm, c'mon, uh, c'mon
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Mm, c'mon, ha, c'mon

[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry]
My mother and your mother was hangin' out the clothes (Clothes)
My mother japped your mother in 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 Mack 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 dug​​ her? Yep
Monch, you dug​​ her? Mhm
[Verse 4: Prince Poetry]
Barbecues in the summer was the mood
(Woo) Ha-ha-ha-ha, that's the joint
GMV was the park technician
Shiny black Bimmers pull up to listen
I wasn't there 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
Last piece
The evidence was there because she saved the grease

[Chorus]
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
C'mon, c'mon
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Mm, c'mon, c'mon
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
C'mon, c'mon
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
C'mon, c'mon
Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
C'mon