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ham sandwich (usa) - mad dog freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: ham sandwich]
hey, hey, bullet through his temple, no surely
riding ’round town, on the block doing whirlies
he did strong+arm, chatter soberly, i don’t want her if she act too girly
she don’t touch up on my hair ’cause it’s curly
look on that b+tch, and then give her a swirly
i think i nutting that b+tch too early
but i’m protected
keep petrossian hope, it isn’t effective
chopper sinned, it follows arm got extensions
i hate women name getting respected, nah, nah, nah
all women’s thoughts, something my mom
ate n+ggas too ’cause my daddy is gone
modеrn warfare, i’mma shoot up the sp+wn
when i’m in failing, pull up with thе john
she want the d, so i pull up my john
cast as a green like i’m mowing the lawn
new fit clean, just topped out my p+wn
round with the catching, he look like the pokemon
i’m on the way, they don’t know ’bout the bottom on
walking the path, they don’t know ’bout the road i’m on
this summer came, man, i’m feeling like oberon
feel like i’m deku, how i’m finna go beyond
they tryna play when i write like a bad dog
i just stay mean looking, n+ggas like mad dog
think this is heat? check out the back log
keep me a stick like i placed out the black hoe
[verse 2: mir blackwell]
they call me cool ’cause they know i’mma cash cop
they up in booth, but i’m getting cash now
i’mma stay eating like i got a rash now
if you want smoke, then that bucky, it past round
this chopper, it came to singing [?]
[?]
my honest, they blue, but they ain’t no rival
n+ggas said dripping, they switching like mic
n+ggas be switching, they clearing more gangs than chugs
man, i bust a rhyme, it get dangerous, they say b+tches calling, i hang it up
they like a dj, they make it cut, that thicken amount just to make it hush
i ain’t move for a hoe, she take the bus, i’m throwing that cash, she rank it up
i ain’t ran a bar like thirteen gage
i hold shops mystery worse this stray
he got a new pair on the curb he lay
i left, he composed in the earth peace day
ok, ok, yuh, yuh, you can’t rap like this
see the trash i spit, and the ass i kick, you can’t left like this, ok, ok
when i live like me, you can have my foot, not gonna even pass my kicks, ok, ok
if you have my sh+t, let’s compare my cliques, you can’t rap like this
she call me dimple, i’m calling her join us, and mixed with a hazard
hard body n+gga, i’m on my kevin level
chop up [?] send them to heaven
he eating these nuts, so i’m calling them seven
[outro: mir blackwell]
what the f+ck? i said was so f+cking trash, but what the f+ck do i make such being music? f+ck it, i’m out

- ham sandwich usa lyrics

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