| Sixteen years ago, one day
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| I was walking down the street
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| I was cruising in Brooklyn
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| You know what I mean?
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| Something was cooking
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| But wasn’t yet a chicken
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| There was a man
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| Selling chicks in a box
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| He said, «two for one, but three for two,»
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| I said, «that's not bad,»
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| One was magenta
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| The other was blue
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| One day, the blue one went away
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| The other grew up fucking well
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| She was noisy every night
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| I had always chicken bite
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| Then I met a lover
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| One night, she made me dinner
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| Licking finger, I wondered
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| Where she got the chicken
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| Then I met a lover
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| One night, she made me dinner
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| Licking finger, I wondered
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| Where she got the chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| Spare the rod and spoil the chick
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| Before you go and shit a brick
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| She went to college to study anatomy
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| I followed her father’s butchery
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| We got two babies, is it cool?
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| One was magenta, the other was blue
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken
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| I know my chicken
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| You got to know your chicken |