LYRICS:

VERSE 1

walk with a barker, im a right hand man

take a look outside they in the advance

6 bullets in the chamber, let it rain 

will the world die in vain if I don't kill all the hens in da block

leave the chickens off with a bloody tight mark

i'm the only man left, all alone in the dark

just a 38. with a damn shotgun 

lil brody chicken get the out the way

headed to the bass pro shop, let me say 

that they messin with the wrong foe hit them with the metal

they might just pray, when the bullets hit the temple 

call me the punisher i got them all flockin 

one batch, two batch plus some more

guess how much they cost, a penny and a dime

mr. forty chickens talk to em

VERSE 2

hey

walked in, spongebob what's good yo

i'm ready, i'm ready with the payload

forty chickens out here knife while i reload (yuh)

these chickens need a goddamn miracle like mayo

sittin' in my lemon sippin' lemonade

i might toss the sun around, cause i don't throw shade

i just got a purple cheese, now my health a figure eight

when i load a shell in this (brrow) that's checkmate, yuh

CHORUS

chicken fling (yeah)

chicago overruled i think that's not a thing (yea, okay)

load my sponge revolver shoot them in the face (ooouu)

chickens all around me keep on runnin' hey (okayy)

yeaaa

VERSE 3

yuh, yuh

blow that treehouse to smithereens

i can handle that myself (brrow) i dont need a team

shotgun, shuck your feathers off with a lazar beam

load it up, show you what they mean by the american dream, okay

im crashing out, like a honda fit driver

you a big bird, but i see red now im clifford

im the boogeyman, (better whisper)

these bullets are magical better call me a wizard

VERSE 4

call me the coronel these chickens get fried

by the six piece that i keep by my side

a to the r, i turn the tides

these chickens gone learn how to  really fly high (brrow)

aint no disrespect

flock to chicago, you'll really get wrecked (woo)

smoke that tobacco without any stress

i run out of ammo my knife through your chest

won't let these chickens the best of me

my revolver got bullets in rotisserie (what tha hell)

they chicken out , seein my artillerie

and i won't stop till i see victory (chicken fling)

roast till golden brown

black pepper, take you flavour town

so oily you could drown

lemon pepper, is going down

Cheeseryz 2025 // Mozzarella Productions 2020