In The Kitchen

[Intro: Rekcahdam]
Yo shoutout Professor Oaks
Jeff Ball, my nigga Sam Mulligan
My nigga John, the niggas Aaron and Hoodie
That sexy white boy Grant Henry (John know I be hustling everyday)
Ya'll know what it is (I be getting on ya'll nerves)
I told Pou I be cooking that chicken

[Chorus: Rekcahdam]
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cooking chicken
White powder on that wheat, that's what I'm fixing
Nah, this ain't coke, but I'm getting cheddar
Young nigga getting bread off that chicken fritter
Got that pop popping, call it veggie oil
Man I'm cooking all day and it's made to order
You don't want that healthy food, you just want that fried
I swear to God, we gonna eat this till the day we die

[Verse 1: Rekcahdam]
Man I'm the boss around here, no calling into work
Man these chicken heads better get to work
Man I be cooking all day soon as I get to work
I just dropped my iPhone, that shit still better work
Man what you know about dirt, grease all on my shirt
I be pulling ratchet chicks with grease all on my shirt
Stand around this hot pot, man you might get hurt
No Sesame Street, we cooking Big Bird
You can smell it in the city, even in the burbs
I got this down to a science, I'm a chicken nerd
I got them nerdy chicks tweeting all on Twitter
I tell 'em stop by and get themselves a chicken dinner
Forget what you heard, this the real deal
Fried chicken, collared greens, that's a real meal
You addicted to this food, you can't pay your bills
A twenty piece for a dime, that's a real steal

[Chorus: Rekcahdam]
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cooking chicken
White powder on that wheat, that's what I'm fixing
Nah, this ain't coke, but I'm getting cheddar
Young nigga getting bread off that chicken fritter
Got that pop popping, call it veggie oil
Man I'm cooking all day and it's made to order
You don't want that healthy food, you just want that fried
I swear to God, we gonna eat this till the day we die

[Verse 2: Kill Bill]
Pull up at Church's with Pirelli skirting
Eating chicken till our bellies hurting
KFC in the back seat if you ask me
Lighter dog meat, ain't no flat seat
Say, shawty want that money
Shawty, shawty on that thug shit
I'm tryna get a leg up on the game, where the drumsticks?
Say hah hah hah, I'm an animal, no fan of you
I got it painted white, painted gold, what you plan to do?
Gold all on my watch, gold all on my wings
Hoes all on my jock, just watch, I'm pro with the propane
Ain't no Trinidad James but I'm ugly with the grill
I dismember that flame, going dumby, be for real
I got birds, paper planes
Whipping magic, David Blaine
Gotta get it with the hot sauce, pop getting topped off greasy
Bitch we out here with the mac and cheese and we cheesy

[Chorus: Rekcahdam]
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cooking chicken
White powder on that wheat, that's what I'm fixing
Nah, this ain't coke, but I'm getting cheddar
Young nigga getting bread off that chicken fritter
Got that pop popping, call it veggie oil
Man I'm cooking all day and it's made to order
You don't want that healthy food, you just want that fried
I swear to God, we gonna eat this till the day we die

[Verse 3: Scuare]
Been eight years and fuck Church's
I've had Popeyes and I've burnt it
For that new shit cause it's worth it
And I knew this cause I'm certain
[?]
Than anything else in the twenty-first century
So fuck all the trying to cut out a diet
To anything other than chicken that's fried
And the biscuit's the side [?]
That'd be better than everything fictional types
That I'm fixing to fight you, if you don't like to
Lay in your bed and eat chicken like I do
Blah
Blah

[Chorus: Rekcahdam]
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cooking chicken
White powder on that wheat, that's what I'm fixing
Nah, this ain't coke, but I'm getting cheddar
Young nigga getting bread off that chicken fritter
Got that pop popping, call it veggie oil
Man I'm cooking all day and it's made to order
You don't want that healthy food, you just want that fried
I swear to God, we gonna eat this till the day we die