Urenturion

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down. I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there. I’ll tell you how I became a chicken with a fez on top.

In West Kentucky, born and raised. In the chicken pen is where I spent most of my days. Chilling out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool and shooting some plant seed outside of the Barn.

When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, starting slaying all the chickens in my pen. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, n’ said, “You’re moving with your Auntie and Uncle to China”.

I begged and pleaded with her, day after day, but she packed my plant seeds and sent me on my way. She gave me a peck and she gave me a fez. I put my Fez on, n’ said “Might as well kick it”

First class, yo this is bad. Eating plant seed out of a cake pan. Is this the people of China livin’ like? HMMMMM This might be alright.

I pecked for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said “Peck” and had dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say this cab was rare, but I said “Nah, forget it. YO BOI TO CHINA”.

I pulled up to the coop about 7 or 8 and I bokked to the driver, “YO BOI SEE YOU LATER!”. I looked at my penhouse, I was finally there, to sit on the throne, as the Chicken of China.