Texaco

[Verse 1: sviator1 & Josh Pan]
I like my chicken fried
I might make it my bride
Drive to the curbside
They looking at me cockeyed
Like whoa, bro
I'm sick and tired of the way your brain is wired
It's making me go crazy
My presence is like a bonfire
You might wanna turn the lights down
I'm roasting everything you little children are talking about
(Tear it down, bro)
I like to ride slip-n-slides with my hand tied
Boy you so pale you need to go outside
You crazy, you drink fluoride, like that bleach brand, Tide
I knew you were fat when I first Spied
Your thighs were really wide
Bama, roll tide
(Heh, just kidding, I'm an LSU fan)
I wanted to take you on a joyride
At least that's what I implied
I just went worldwide just pick you up on the roadside, bruh
(You don't even appreciate that)
(Yeah, that's like, really hurtful)

[Verse 2: sviator1 & Travis Scott]
Access denied
Hmm.. or maybe I'll decide
My chicken is from Texaco
Don't go past Mexico
My chicken's not imported
Some of y'all might get deported
I might get reported
But I'm not racist
Just saying
(Straight up! x5)

[Verse 3: sviator1]
My stomach gets knotty when I think of the Illuminati
Kanye West, looking his best, getting dressed
Hey
Yah
Drake acting like the cream of the crop
One day his mainstream gonna get chopped
Jay-Z's career gonna get put to a full stop
Vigilant Christian gonna hunt you down
400K, could buy himself a crown
Gon give that boy a knockdown
Beantown
Gon make 200K a half crown
LazyTown
Gon make that boy have a meltdown
Talking country boy hoedown
9th grade making touchdowns

[Outro: Bon Iver]
I'm up in the woods
I'm down on my mind
I'm building a still