Chicken Box - Guttermouth

Hey blood come around

Come check out my part of town

I want to see you there tonight

But in my neighborhood

You know the chicken’s good

I want to see the black men fight

And now the time is here

Cold chicken, chitlens, beer

I want to see you there tonight

And now they come around

These soul food stands in town

Malt liquor seems to taste so right

To the chicken stand we go

We’re eating lots of greasy food