Sandwiches

Get on down Yo, this is the little lunatic You know what I'm sayin'? Straight outta Buck Show, f**k that It's like this y'all, it's like this y'all I woke up to the wall and took a piss y'all Nigga pop the beat right up on the panel When you see beyond your shit don't f**k with the channel Or the antenna, slap a funky moranna on the a*s Cock back my cock and blast Boom I juice, they love the one I produce for 'em I floor 'em donkey styles, nigga be sleepin' man And they hoes go out if I catch the bitch alone (Forget about) Punk, now what you gonna do sausage When I take your bitch home and f**k her hard With my ostrich size d**k Bitch gets hypnotized quick Then I flip her little a*s like a side kick (Word) The name's not Bond, so come on and pa*s me the light Or the hydro chron, bust it I make bitches make me sandwiches And scratch my a*s when it itches Very nice, did you hear the rhyme?