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Wheres My Chicken Leg

Wheres my chicken leg I'm not going to beg I can't believe i lost my good old leg I wish i could find my freaking chicken somebody better find it before i start kickin I miss my little baby drum stick I'm about to hit somebody with a brick I'm not playing Whoever has it better start praying Because their dead There going to see a lot of red I'm going to put them in a hospital bed I might even give them a mouth full of lead When i use my good old shotgun So they better run Because I need my chicken leg This is just sad I'm pretty mad And to tell you the truth it's pretty sad I'm about to go tell my dad About how i lost my chicken leg

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