Rama Kazi, Jameson Sackey, Appallo Freed, Curt Summers - Hot Chicken lyrics

Welcome to Rama Kazi's Hot Chicken Spot
Can I take your order?

Uh, make it hot
Order up the rice and put some gravy
On the top add some macaroni when you take
Em out the pot you can call me Curt Summers
I'm knocking off your block
I'll probably never stop

How can I run around
Like I'm actually humble?
I got whipped from gorillas kicking
My ass in the jungle
So I got back to the hustle
Passion'll punt you
But apathy bash your frontals
You ain't master in this bracket
Either pass or you fumble
I've been amazing since my pen
And page been innovating
Integrate alliteration
Assonance for demonstration
Hit the pavement asking for
A similar assimilation
Only bagged a bitty cuz she had
Her ass and titties shakin'
In the basement itching for a
Way to fix the nation
While you bitch behaving
Bitter plus you pissed cuz chicks been
Flakin' on your Tinder datin', huh?
Desperate ass nigga, reckless ass nigga
White knights follow zeitgeist of
These second ass niggas
You don't stretch your grab but you
Gone get your blessing last, nigga
Get your bag bigger
Every spot I got I never asked niggas
Only adding figures to my stash
So I blast Jigga
Schooling you through lectures
Fool, I proved I do it better it's Curt

Make it hot order up a quarter with the
Pickles on the top
Add some collard greens when you
Take them out the pot
You can call for Rama with
Masala to the socks cook it till it's hot
Cook it till it's

This ain't rap music
This Saran Wrap music, delivered in packs
I'm giving you anthrax through it
Block your nasal ways
The 808s are deeper than a database
The way it's laced with dope
I mean I cut my lines with razorblades
The best alive up in a top five
Rapping circles around you like the
Drive thru at your Popeye's
Bussin' em in the mouth until
Their jaws is toothless, it’s all inclusive
We're a lawless group that's
Juugin' like Suge, my dawgs is Ruthless
Starting mayhem, it's the R to the A-M
I'm prison yard hard
Giving you bars from a state pen
It's one way in where I'm staying
Ain't no way out
I'd rather go chase some bank
That's why I ain't take the safe route
What's crackin', like Snapple facts
Niggas be cappin' i'm battle tested
My average raps get a reaction
My team is evolving, repeatedly ballin'
Meaning we all win you wanted a number one
I'm here to deliver the order you called in

Make it hot order up a quarter with the
Pickles on the top
Add the mashed potatoes have em
Creaming for the crop
You can hit Appallo for the
Cyphers ‘round the clock
Cook it till it’s hot cook it till it’s

Spit so clean with schizo schemes
Been sick, so fiend
I seize when I stick sixteens and clip MCs
They drip when I split those seams
You try to sleep on the king
And I'll Swiss your dreams
The villain dies in the ring
No I skip those scenes i'm sitting sideways
I vibe when your lips go scream
The way I rhyme is sublime
Now you jit's gon' see
I'm Carol Baskin and robbin
Make kit's go cream
We fortified fuck your 45, 44 gripping
From the 404 loci, Northside tipping
On that Mike Jones, mics blown
Pythons hissing
Out the trunk of the two-tone, 24's spinning
This that Michelin grade
That finish the plate
That three stars, fees large
Got you ditching your date
We renegades with the blades
In the kitchen I rate
Chef supreme, disagree?You'll be next
To get ate, nigga

And make it mild
The shit is way too hot and cooked in lard
It’s kinda wild to soak up all the liquor
Extra biscuit's on the side
The biggest water cup to sober
Up before I ride and call for Sackey Ruffin
And hurry up I’m kinda tired

And I been drinking since 5
A damn degenerate
About 7: 30 when the liquor hit
Had to write a note so I remembered this
9-0 my side up, like on some bender shit
Boy, I let the penmanship dismember shit
Mask off if a nigga claim he
Sicker like I’m Pence with it
I ain’t met a vendor to
Contend with this be civil
How? can’t you tell I want every vittle?
Like when I was tryna Net off
3 0’s like Kerry Kittles
So fuck all the pleasantries
I’m wherever the bread’ll be
So Kazi was tellin’ me let’s get
Naan with some Delhi yeast
Masala the veggies please
Now we got an understanding
Man, my baby swears she super
Chill but so demanding
She giving me plenty ‘tude
Say I always come empty handed
But my Tumi to Damascus got
Chicken bones and baggage
I give her adequate gassage
I love you’s and you the baddest
So Henny Jimmy can snap into
Slim and go Randy Savage i’m gone

Is that all?