Know Your Chicken

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