Cockmeat Sandwich/Pissin' Between Train Cars

[Sample: **Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay**] (Guard 1) Ever hear of a…cockmeat sandwich? (Harold) What’s a cockmeat sandwich? (Guard 1) You’re about to find out **Beat drops** (Big Bob) You boys ready for your cockmeat 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 sucked! You the ones that’s gay for suckin’ my dick! In fact, in creeps me out just bein’ around you fags Around you fags (repeated) [Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire:] Looks like you boys done fucked 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 silly Eddie Hayes and ??? 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 niggas if you want it, come and get it (Fuck college!) I ain’t scary actually its quite the contrary: Very scary, never ever think that you get near 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 cockmeat 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 sense to catch me Here's to 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’ cockmeat sandwiches If ain’t seen Harold and Kumar that means to SUCK MY DICK And that’s some real disrespective shit But whatever, as long as niggas know they can't FUCK WITH THIS (Repeat) [Bridge] I’m the shit (Repeated) Oh my god! **Beat changes** You are now listening to The sounds of Peel Off Entertainment If your bitch want to suck my dick I’m probably gonna let her So you should just get used to tastin’ it I’m just sayin’ [Part 2] Niggas 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 fuck out my face” Moet, Rozay metal thing use to twist a cork Pop a rock star e pill then a ramadan dana Nigga drunk off 50 shots Drum rumpa pum pum ??? in the front of a Mazda Miata Swing that katana like a haolin Rag top on a tan Phantom A bad bitch like the Phantasm ABC denum saggin’ off my ass So hard I fall and hit a crack A basket case in a deep-frier bubbling Nut case in a bitch face if she suck a dick Audi R8, chrome body like Collasus You ain’t really got it but FUCK YOU, that line was sick! Naughty home-girl told me I’m obnoxious I forgot her name but FUCK YOU, you snobby bitch! They can't rattle me ‘cause niggas 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 niggas is ignorant, preachin’ to get your head up Pick up and hit up Bitch I’m from Brooklyn, pissin’ between cars on the C-train to Euclid My stop is Utica, get off for three stops Turn by the chicken spot and come and fuck with the squad Critic applied, administered by the nigga who Critics consider the illest shit in the city now Bitch 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, ??? Two wack hoes from Elmar, I switch up fuckin’ ‘em dirty style Throw in the towel, I got this for now Probably forever ‘cause I’m only gettin’ better Time to hand me my crown Fuck ya’ll niggas (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 Mothafuckas actin’ like I never bust’ they ass befo’ Well now you know; shout out to my cousin Goldie Glo ‘Cause he kept them hoes but my nigga, 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 shit about me Knowin’ damn well that they ain’t shit without me Its like **Perfect Strangers** Balki Niggas sheep: bunch a weak niggas who follow niggas who weak [Outro: Female Voice Speaking] I need to find me a nigga 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 nigga. I want me a hood nigga to do those crazy things to mee. Make me bust that nut, water pussy. Yea. I like the big dick… Yo your shits 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 sucking; eXquire moaning]