Sandwiches

Lyrics

[Intro: Little Lunatic] ("Get on down") [studio chatter] Yo, this is the Little Lunatic, youknowhatimsayin'? Straight outta Park Slope... fuck that! [Psycho Les] It's like this, y'all, it's like this, y'all I walk up to the wall and take a piss, y'all Finger-pop the beat, right up on the panel When you see me on your shit, don't fuck with the channel Or the antenna, slap a funky moreña On the ass, cock back my cock and blast Boom! I juice, they love the one I produce for 'em I floor 'em, donkey style's how I adore 'em Nigga be sleepin', lettin their 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 fuck her hard with my ostrich Sized dick, bitch gets hypnotized quick Then I flip her little ass like a side kick (Worrrrd) The name's not Bond, so come on And pass me the light for the hydro chron Bust it – I make bitches make me sandwiches, and scratch my ass when it itches! [Outro: children's sample] Very nice! Did you hear the rhyme?