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marcellous lovelace - harolds chicken mystery #7 lyrics

marcellous lovelace – “harolds chicken mystery #7”
[emcee(s): marcellous lovelace (aka infinito 2017)]
[producer(s): cool d (aka dion brown)]
[guest musician: dusty a]

[intro: marcellous lovelace (aka infinito 2017)]
man, i’m home, joe. hey

[verse 1: marcellous lovelace (aka infinito 2017)]
broke as a joke, i want something to eat, so i stopped
by harold’s chicken shack. “i need a perch with mild sauce”
the lady behind the counter like, “$4.65”
i must be out my mind, but the taste
is on my mind, that mild sauce is oh so great
eat the whole plate, can’t afford it, but then
all of a sudden, this dude came in. “y’all made a mistake
this ain’t my order. i got five wings
this is only three.” the lady looked at him crazy like
“man, boy, please.” he started cussing and screaming
“i’m going through a thing.” man, what a shame. all
this over some wings? my mind races
to the time when i stayed right behind the harold’s chicken
on 83rd and ashland. perfect matching
then the dream awoke. “here’s order, sir”
the dude with the three wings was like
“no, what about mine?” she said, “let me remind you
your order was right, and that food
you got looks like someone had a bite.” dude all
buck like, “what?!? you ready to fight?” i’m like
“excuse me, dude. i got to get my food”
laughing, he said, “what, mayne?!? i want
my food too.” i’m all cool like, “this ain’t
my problem, dude.” he looked at me like, “heh
do i look like a white boy or something to you?
i’m not your dude, fammo. old joe
move, let me get my order, moe, perch in
mild sauce.” the lady said the same. he said
“ok, i got y’all,” walked away. me and
the lady looked each other in the face like, “wait”
after these messages, we came right back
dude was sitting outside in a blue caprice
he was sw-nging, bumping some triple-6
don’t stand so close, hollering out his window, “what up
moe?” i’m like, “family, you got the wrong
stone.” he said, “what you want, moe? this on the boss”
i’m looking like, “man, chicago crazy”
let me get to the house. he said, “you was in my way
and them, they messed up my order, and you
ain’t help.” “what, mayne?!? go home, man
i got to go.” he ran up in my face with the 9
removed from his waist. without hesitation
i clocked him into another time and ran
inside the harold’s and said, “let me inside!”
the side door was open, i’m hoping for an escape
then dude ran in the place with a crazy look
in his face. “man, where he go?!?” he angrily
waved his weapon. “yo, i want my five wings
anyway—forget that fool!” he calmly robbed
the place for five wings and some mild sauce. “oh
let me get one of them mystics and a lemon cake”
he rolled off. i’m under the counter with the dude who
fried the chicken like, “look at this, man”
what kind of place is this?

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