Domo Genesis - H.A.M. Sandwich (Hot97 Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Let these n***as live, T [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] b**h a** n***as don't know me New sandwich with bologna I ain't really y'all n***as friends, none of y'all mother f**s is my homie I bought a brand new tree Y'all n***as don't know me A, B, C, 1, 2, 3, AK-47 hit a n***a in his teeth He be talking lotta sh** but ain't wanna be handlin' the mother f**in' business that he need to If a n***a got a problem I'mma hit a n***a in his f**ing back when I see you Fuji Water, Fuji Water, I'mma go and piss on my daughter You don't believe me? I'mma maul her [Hook: Earl Sweatshirt] Real n***a on the track, b**h Come through with the sandwich That's bread, lettuce, cheese, mustard, bread, crumble [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] You know the Buick got the suicides Roll up on that Buick, n***a you gon' die You'll never know who in-f**ing-side I come through, commit a f**ing suicide I got nine wives, nine lives, nine bags of chips, nine b**hes, WE BOUT TO GO ON A FIELD TRIP [Interlude: Earl] You're so excited for that field trip, admit it. We about to go on a field trip! How stoked are for that field trip? [Hook: Earl Sweatshirt] Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna f** wit? [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] Not me n***a cause I got the heat n***a If you got a mother f**ing problem, n***a I will lay the mother f**ing sh** down Like lyrics on a beat n***a, get yo a** beat n***a! Talk sh** to me? I don't like that! I put a f**in' bundle of f**ing bananas in my f**in' a** [Hook: Earl Sweatshirt] [Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator My new b**h got a new line-up Rolex with the time up Don't believe I'm the best, n***a? Playback, rewind-up! I give no f**s Do I give f**s? Eyo, Clancy! I give no f**s! These n***as got a problem on they hands It might be me, it might be me [Outro singing thing: Earl Sweatshirt] Oh just wait y'all Ey, real n***a for real If you wanna be the one for me, you gon' have to show me your mother f**in' hella sk**s Bro thats all me, forrilla Real n***a in the spot, I might come through with the Glock and k** ya We gon' see till the night over What you lookin' boy? Burnin' [Verse 5: Tyler, The Creator] Call me wavy, the way that I'm cappin' ya All black guns like I'm going to war with Africa Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Trash Wang [Hook] [Verse 6: Tyler, the Creator] p**y n***a think he talkin' sh** to me on Facebook and Twitter? Call me Mark McGwire, I'mma hitter! b**hes know I'm the bomb, I'm mustard, you can call me Dijon