Gucci Bandanna (Sam Slimslam Jam) Sam Slamwich

[Intro]

Gucci Bandanna
(Skirr)
I fucking with you, I don't give a shit about adlibs
(Groan)
You don't get a tip
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Kill a Crip. Goons in the pit
Bitch


[Verse 1]

Look
Here lies a whole cacophony of sound in a graveyard south of me
God damn it, a sin sang so fully enhanced by a dragged out opening
Why the fuck would I need that adlib for those dumb kids that don't know shit
Because (Censored) can flow sick without saying his name before it
Oh shit! I don't owe shit to my friends here, those posers
Who act up when I say my balls itch, or that song there sucks raw dick
Lemme see that maw, open up that jaw bitch, you got a bad case of pastrami
I'ma eat that cause I'm hungry, prechewed, smelling like it's dog shit
I'm on a spaceship in its orbit around Venus and her orifice
And I'm peeling, I mean penis, I mean Jesus, do you see this?
He sees it in this remix, he gets so pissed at my genius
I get struck by lightning, and it hurts cause it's lightning