The Beatnuts Sandwiches Lyrics

[Psycho Les]
Punk, what you gonna do now, sausage
When I strap you to the chair and f___ your b____ with my ostrich-
Size d___, b____ gets hypnotized quick
Then I flip her little a__ 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 b____es 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____s 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 s___ yo, my breath is mad stinking
The devil got sick but my a__ kept drinking
So I slid, cause the n____ 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 s___ter

[Psycho Les]
I'm s_____ing 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____ I caught, I left his a__ in bad shape
Oh s___, 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____, and let me f___ing bend you down
Just like a comma, word to your momma
Eat that p____ 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____!