[Chorus: Ham Sandwich]
I need to get this locked down, but you got me fucked up
Get this locked down, but you got me fucked up
Think I need to sit down, but you make me stand up
Need to sit down, but you make me stand up
For my blood, my blood, my blood
You're in my blood, my blood, my blood
I need to get this locked down, but you got me fucked up
Get this locked down, but you got me fucked up
Think I need to sit down, but you make me stand up
Need to sit down, but you make me stand up
For my blood, my blood, my blood
You're in my blood, my blood, my blood
[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]
Welcome to the other side
Digging up a hole the only way out is to suicide
Got me fucked up, thinking all this shit is do or die
Bury me deep in the woods, while I'm still alive
Thinking, who am I? Just a man under God
Tryna live life true among frauds
Fresh meat for the dogs, they applaud
Eat it up like it's real
Then they get confused when their wounds won't heal
Modern day comic
Down goes the tonic
How ironic
Spreading like the Bubonic
Or cold butter off a hot knife
No strife for the wicked
They'll get what they deserve when it comes to em
How come when you got a problem you come to em?
The sky will collapse and the ground ruin
Before you're even close to understanding what I'm doing
...And I'm not tryna be abstract
I'm just tryna tell the fax to print the Macs at max stacks
And crash the NASDAQ, blast off the last tracks
And make it back in time to maybe get my cash back
I'm taking out the trash, you can thank me later
I'm laying down the law like I'm Ruth Bader
Crushing opposition like I'm Darth Vader
You can catch me hanging out with my creator
I need to get this locked down, but you got me fucked up
Get this locked down, but you got me fucked up
Think I need to sit down, but you make me stand up
Need to sit down, but you make me stand up
For my blood, my blood, my blood
You're in my blood, my blood, my blood
I need to get this locked down, but you got me fucked up
Get this locked down, but you got me fucked up
Think I need to sit down, but you make me stand up
Need to sit down, but you make me stand up
For my blood, my blood, my blood
You're in my blood, my blood, my blood
[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]
Welcome to the other side
Digging up a hole the only way out is to suicide
Got me fucked up, thinking all this shit is do or die
Bury me deep in the woods, while I'm still alive
Thinking, who am I? Just a man under God
Tryna live life true among frauds
Fresh meat for the dogs, they applaud
Eat it up like it's real
Then they get confused when their wounds won't heal
Modern day comic
Down goes the tonic
How ironic
Spreading like the Bubonic
Or cold butter off a hot knife
No strife for the wicked
They'll get what they deserve when it comes to em
How come when you got a problem you come to em?
The sky will collapse and the ground ruin
Before you're even close to understanding what I'm doing
...And I'm not tryna be abstract
I'm just tryna tell the fax to print the Macs at max stacks
And crash the NASDAQ, blast off the last tracks
And make it back in time to maybe get my cash back
I'm taking out the trash, you can thank me later
I'm laying down the law like I'm Ruth Bader
Crushing opposition like I'm Darth Vader
You can catch me hanging out with my creator
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