Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - Cockmeat Sandwich/Pissin' Between Train Cars lyrics

[Sample: **Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay**] (Guard 1) Ever hear of a…co*kmeat sandwich? (Harold) What's a co*kmeat sandwich? (Guard 1) You're about to find out **Beat drops** (Big Bob) You boys ready for your co*kmeat sandwich? (Harold) Uh…No (Big Bob) Well you better get hungry real fast ‘cause I got a whole lot of sandwich waiting for you. Ain't nothin' gay about gettin' your dick s**ed! You the ones that's gay for s**in' my dick! In fact, in creeps me out just bein' around you f*gs Around you f*gs (repeated) [Mr. Muthaf**in' eXquire:] Looks like you boys done f**ed up [Part 1] I'm ‘bout to make my ex sorry that she ever left me Murder everything; she [edited] Some vodka in her belly mixed with ice that's from the deli That's my daily regiment, my tolerance is getting deadly Eddie Hazel Smedly Smergenoff be bumpin' out my Lexus LE Makaveli mended me my mind so military Ready for whatever evils that demons bringin' at me We be laughin' at you n***as if you want it, come and get it (f** college!) I ain't scary actually its quite the contrary: Very scary, never ever think that you get dare me If your wifey says she met me, that means that she's in my celly And I took her to the deli, stuffed some co*kmeat in her belly I don't rock with Pelle Pelle rather Dr. Romanelli If you got no clue what that is than you've got some steps to catch me Hipster Pac with odds against me, obviously I'm relentless Common sense should tell you that You ain't equipped to come against us [Hook 1] I'm servin' co*kmeat sandwiches If ain't seen Harold and Kumar that means to su*k MY DICK And that's some real disrespective sh** But whatever, as long as n***as know they can't fu*k WITH THIS (Repeat) [Bridge] I'm the sh** (Repeated) Oh my god! **Beat changes** You are now listening to The sounds of Peel Off Entertainment If your b**h want to s** my dick I'm probably gonna let her So you should just get used to tastin' it I'm just sayin' [Part 2] n***as stop me in the street like, “eX, I knew you from back in the day!” I be like, “Good for you, my dude, now get the f** out my face” Moet, Rozay metal thingy twister cork popper rock star e pill downer rama don-dana Megatron Arm, 50 Shot Drum Rum Pum Pum Pum Dump leave chumps, slumped In The Back of a Mazda - Miada Swing the Katana like a Highlander Rag top on a tan Phantom A bad b**h like the Phantasm APC denim saggin' off my a** So hard I fall and hit will crack A basket case in a deep-frier bubbling Nut case in a b**h face if she s** a dick Audi R8, chrome body like Collasus Ain't really got it but fu*k YOU, that line was sick! Naughty home-girl told me I'm obnoxious I forgot her name but fu*k YOU, you snobby b**h! They can't rattle me ‘cause n***as ain't half of me My life-story's like a dystopian tragedy My mentality is money-orientated I'm destined to live this dream for those who said I wouldn't make it Its 2010 and ain't nobody five-percent-ers These little n***as is ignorant, preachin' to get your head up Pick up and hit up (again) b**h I'm from Brooklyn, pissin' between cars on the C-train to Euclid My stop is Utica, get off walk 3 blocks Turn by the chicken spot and come and f** with the squad Critical Plot, administered by the n***a who Critics consider the illest sh** in the city now b**h lie me down, so hot I could drown I got em right where I want em and the tables are turnin' Tell me who's laughing now? Without a doubt I'll pound on these clowns They talk fowl about me, but when I'm around I never hear a sound You know my style, coke mixed with Brugal Two wack hoes from Elmont, I switch up f**in' ‘em doggystyle Throw in the towel, I got this for now Probably forever ‘cause I'm only gettin' better Time to hand me my crown f** ya'll n***as (Stay off his dick) [Part 3] Chumps don't think I can flow So here we go, release a new track to show the wack That I can throw styles back and forth, fast and slow Mothaf**as actin' like I never bust' they a** befo' Well now you know; shout out to my cousin Goldie Glo ‘Cause he kept them hoes but my n***a, Vanessa, let her go Mind on my money Doin' crimes we never really fail I die for a dollar, imagine what I'll do for millions Shout out to my other cousin Reem And his main man Lump in Scranton doin' their thing Shout outs to the haters who talked sh** about me Knowin' damn well that they ain't sh** without me Its like **Perfect Strangers** Balki n***as sheep: bunch a weak n***as who follow n***as who weak [Outro: Female Voice Speaking] I need to find me a n***a that know what to do with me. Know how to give it from the back, mmm, and bend me ova', and then he gon' spank that, yeaaa. I want me a hood n***a. I want me a hood n***a to do those crazy things to mee. Make me bust that nut, water p**y. Yea. I like the big dick… Yo your sh**s good (eXquire) Oh thanks yo Yea, I'm sayin' its good though like… (eXquire) Oh aight you wanna… Yo you should rap on it too, maybe you get more confidence when you see that you can do something (eXquire) Nah I need some sort of payment… How are they gonna… (eXquire) We gon' have to record this… You want me to… oh ok… [Sounds of dick s**ing; eXquire moaning]