A coup of chickens come flock out and f#ck yo sh#t up
Find out it’s from your noisy neighbor and his farm he whipped up
The Great Escape like Gwen Stefani with the cast of Chicken Run
I would say someone oughta pay for this, but there’s no one
But me, short-statured sucker, knows no truckers, he gots to get around
Be a man and one-by-one show them all how it’s gone
Scramble for any recollection of my belongings
Hopefully my surroundings will prevent me from going shopping
I’m a broke piece of sh#t, boy don’t got no credentials
Got a scorе card of zero with additional points of bad luck
Insulting myself with my own bars like a sеlf-deprecating stand-up
Based my entire life on potlock, if you can tell, my life’s backed up
Ain’t gon nowhere, passions impaired
Productivity beware, Goosebumps, you’re in for a scare
I’ll be a homeless wreck on the street busting rhymes
So hot on the sidewalk, they gotta divide up the lines
Pull me off the streets and say I’m committing crimes
I’ll be in prison branding my lyrics on the street signs
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Sickly Sid Lyrics – Street Signs