Story Behind The Song

Sick of bad guys

Lyrics

Thug, Master of Chickens

He's a thug
A Godzilla
A fake a liar a loser
We're all chumps
Want to buy it
And drink all night at the Hyatt
Got a bomb size of Ohio
No Mickey Mouse no omeeo omyo
Get on the bus point it to Mecca
I promise I will respect ya
One for the road
Two for the navy
Breaking orbit here come the monkeys
Oh what to do but hang with the junkies
He's a thug he's just a thug

He's a thug
Whose fucked up religion
Makes every killer decision
Don't let truth confuse the equation
It's got nothing to do with persuasion
Some self styled Rasputin
Getting a crowd sourced blowjob from his minions
He fucks up
And the money dries up
And the rest of us man up
Here we go again

Thug master of chickens
Seeking useful idiots
Preference will be given to the young

Barry has a daughter
She worshipped Farah Fawcett
Until she put her hair into a bun

We'll get a house by the sea
Press our own wine
And set a perimeter