H.A.M. Sandwich (Hot97 Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Let these n*ggas live, T

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
b*tch ass n*ggas don't know me
New sandwich with bologna
I ain't really y'all n*ggas friends, none of y'all mother f*cks is my homie
I bought a brand new tree
Y'all n*ggas don't know me
A, B, C, 1, 2, 3, AK-47 hit a n*gga in his teeth
He be talking lotta sh*t but ain't wanna be handlin' the mother f*ckin' business that he need to
If a n*gga got a problem I'mma hit a n*gga in his f*cking back when I see you
Fuji Water, Fuji Water, I'mma go and p*ss on my daughter
You don't believe me? I'mma maul her

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Real n*gga on the track, b*tch
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*gga you gon' die
You'll never know who in-f*cking-side
I come through, commit a f*cking suicide
I got nine wives, nine lives, nine bags of chips, nine b*tches, 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*ck wit?

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Not me n*gga cause I got the heat n*gga
If you got a mother f*cking problem, n*gga I will lay the mother f*cking sh*t down
Like lyrics on a beat n*gga, get yo ass beat n*gga!
Talk sh*t to me? I don't like that!
I put a f*ckin' bundle of f*cking bananas in my f*ckin' ass

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble
Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna f*ck wit?

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator
My new b*tch got a new line-up
Rolex with the time up
Don't believe I'm the best, n*gga?
Playback, rewind-up!
I give no f*cks
Do I give f*cks?
Eyo, Clancy! I give no f*cks!
These n*ggas 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*gga for real
If you wanna be the one for me, you gon' have to show me your mother f*ckin' hella skills
Bro thats all me, forrilla
Real n*gga in the spot, I might come through with the Glock and kill 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: Earl Sweatshirt]
Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble
Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna f*ck wit?

[Verse 6: Tyler, the Creator]
pus*y n*gga think he talkin' sh*t to me on Facebook and Twitter?
Call me Mark McGwire, I'mma hitter!
b*tches know I'm the bomb, I'm mustard, you can call me Dijon