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Chicken and Capri Sun
Capri sun on my boat I keep it wet like my cellphone
Chicken all on me fried meat and the grilled ones
Ugly God wrap that paper towel up like some headphones
You say ain't shit to eat i see the chicken and it smell good tho. I ain't got time for no chips, yeah
and if it's nasty I tell her trick you better deliver yeah.
Chicken from afar, same difference
Young Ugly God spot that capri sun from a distance
This is my persona poem. I chose this piece because it is different than everything else also a tad bit funnier if I say so myself.
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