Stopped by the market after my workout
For a cute little nut bar, definitely bunt out.
And out of the corner of my eye, I did see
A warm lamp over fried chicken, speaking to me.
I slowly walked over, the excitement was building.
No doubt what I bought, the nut bar? Kidding.
Just couldn’t wait, to get home to a table
So I sat in my car chomping, def not stable.
Brad ‘n’ Chad through the window judging harshly.
I gave them the finger. My chicken, “I guard thee.”
Nine pieces in. Legs and wings, no breaths in between.
Hello my name is T-Rex. Fried chicken’s my thing.