The Beatnuts: Sandwiches

[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!