[Verse 1]
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(One) day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken
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Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin'
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This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny
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Went up to the front with a menu and his money
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He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side
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He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um...is this Kentucky Fried?"
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The lady said "Yeah", smiled and he smiled back
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He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, Big Mac!
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You be illin'
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[Verse 2]
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(To)day you won a ticket to see Doctor J
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Front row seat (in free!) no pay
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Radio in hand, snacks by feet
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Game's about to start, you kickin' popcorn to the beat
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You finally wake up, Doc's gone to town
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Round his back, through the hoop, then you scream "Touchdown!"
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You be illin'
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[Verse 3]
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The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party
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Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was Bacardi
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You went up to this fly girl and said "Yo, yo, can I get this dance?"
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She smelt your breath and then she left you standin' in your illin'
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stance
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You be illin'
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[Verse 4]
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(For) dinner, you ate it, there is none left
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It was salty, with butter and it was def
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You proceeded to eat it cos you was in the mood
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But holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food!
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You be illin'
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You Be Illin'
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| Run-DMC |
