The Beatnuts - Sandwiches (Extended) lyrics

[Psycho Les] Punk, what you gonna do now, sausage When I strap you to the chair and f** your b**h with my ostrich- Size dick, b**h gets hypnotized quick Then I flip her little a** like a side kick (Word) The names not Bond, so come on and pa** me the light Or the hydro chron Bust it, I make b**hes make me sandwiches And scratch my a** 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 n***as 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 sh** yo, my breath is mad stinking The devil got sick but my a** kept drinking So I slid, cause the n***a 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 sh**ter [Psycho Les] I'm snatching purses, chains, write graffiti on the trains Disconnect the IV from my f**ing veins And escape, bootleggers don't sell my tape Last n***a I caught, I left his a** in bad shape Oh sh**, 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 b**h, and let me f**ing bend you down Just like a comma, word to your momma Eat that p**y 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 p**y!