Sandwiches (extended) lyrics
[Psycho Les] Punk, what you gonna do now, sausage When I strap you to the
chair and fuck your bitch with my ostrich- Size dick, bitch gets hypnotized
quick Then I flip her little ass like a side kick (Word) The names not
Bond, so come on and pass me the light Or the hydro chron Bust it, I make
bitches make me sandwiches And scratch my ass when it itches, scratch
it
[JuJu] It's the funk freaker, not being the type who be
bragging Keep my belt loose in my ?jabobee? like Dragon Keep a loaded
clip in my sock, pack a glock And I kick it with my niggas up the
block Lyrical monster still going for the jugular Still ugly and I'm only
getting ugular Word up kid, I'm on another level Way down low, smoking
cheeba with the devil Drunk as shit yo, my breath is mad stinking The
devil got sick but my ass kept drinking So I slid, cause the nigga couldn't
hang Went up the block to go check my man But really check your sister
because I sorta missed her I ain't hit it lately cause she said she had a
blister But now she's good and you know I'm going to hit her Turn her
around and let her have it in the shitter
[Psycho Les] I'm snatching
purses, chains, write graffiti on the trains Disconnect the IV from my
fucking veins And escape, bootleggers don't sell my tape Last nigga I
caught, I left his ass in bad shape Oh shit, who's that homegirl with the
blunt? Yo, your eyes crazy red, I know what you want You want the demon
in you, you say no one can skin you Stop fronting bitch, and let me fucking
bend you down Just like a comma, word to your momma Eat that pussy like a
cherry Check it out, uh
[JuJu] You know how it goes We've been
representing the funk since '84 Inhale, I smoke roaches with basketball
coaches And stick my dills in the chocas Pussy!
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