Stick Martin - Chicken Soup (feat. Jon Ditty & Freelow) Lyrics

I got some chicken soup, baby, I'm a serve it in a bowl
Fill up your belly, baby, warm up your frozen soul

This is a hold up, a poultry fruit rollup,
Cradle soup in my ladell fill your soul and bowl up
I'm MMMM MMMMM Good, and it's understood
Stickman selling soup in your neighborhood
They lining up to taste it, your soul is fever stricken
I boil down to basics and let the broth and plot thicken
Chicken soup, pickin loops and kicking the blues
Stickman still stickin with my blue suede shoes
You stayed home from school, now I'm on your front lawn
Get it while it's hot and good before it's gone
I'm a tamborine, (man) that shit is for the byrds
Must of stole a dictionary cause I got a way with words

The beat's a chinese finger trap; I can't resist
If only Eastern medicine were covered by my insurance
I'd be the Lorax; I'm poor-ass downloading a torrent of T-Racks
And wore mask in case my illness render me contagious
Deductible what? My out-of-pocket can't afford that
Lymphatics don't act the way my belly will store fat
So for that, when more cats rain I best to wear my wellies
Yo! Jon Ditty's a bargain next to drugs by Martin Shkreli
Smell me, it's Vick's Vapo; rap don't need a capo
"Ayo" when I'm sick it's not me asking for some yayo
Why's no veggie soup produced without the use of chicken stock?
I'm just tryna' cure the common; it's progressive, not Progresso

You know you need it, get to feeding on it, you want it
You know you need it, get to feeding on it, you want it
Baby it's cold outside, baby it's cold outside
Don't run, don't hide, just get some soup inside your life