Sandwiches (Extended) — текст песни (The Beatnuts)

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[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!