It’s like:
I hate that Bitch.
(I really like her)
She thinks she’s all that.
(I LOVE HER STYLE)
But that bitch can fry the hell out of some chicken.
(I wish I was her good friend)
Chicken be Finger Lick’n
(I hate I started this bull shit. Wish I could apologize. I wish I wasn’t so stubborn)
What’s her recipe?
(I WISH I DIDN’T GIVE A FUCK OF WHAT OTHERS MIGHT THINK)
ijs
IDEK
by Baby Jap
The Street Poetz 
They don’t need to know —
So,
Keep that like ah
Ancient Chinese secret…
My magnificent mind’s
B.I.G,
My family comes first,
Then I’m eatin’ —
Sad sight,
Seein’ —
Son’s rib’s
As if
They’re belemic…
Spell check that last
Word!
Style free –
While some chase
Fast money –
I take the long route
Enjoying life’s
Scenery –
Me, Myself and I
Are
Too Live
Crew
Slash
Public Enemy —
X puts His foot
In instrumental’s, like
He Beckham
Bent it…
Shit ain’t sweet
Over here –
Nga I know the truth,
Ya squad’s
Queer –
Sweeter than ah
Band ah
Baby Ruth’s,
When we come
Through,
Steppin’ on yall Ant Man’s,
It’s like we’re
Behemoth’s…
Kcuf!
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