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Comic Book Killaz - Nerd Sandwich (feat. Jarren Benton) Lyrics
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Need the bread, need the cheese, need the mayo
Take that money, spread it all out on the table
Just like Escobar, we stacking all them pesos
We hear you talk a lot but got nothin to say though
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
I'll drop a rack cuz I know I'm bout to make it back
M-A-J to O-R
Type of mothaf*cka that'll put you in the O-R
Everytime I get up on the track I go hard
I stay dodging those cops like MOPAR
Back at attacking these raps
Like I'm stacking the packs in the back
And I ain't cutting no slack
Packing it up and I'm shipping it out
Shitting on haters that used to doubt
Go ahead, step up, take a little look-see and tell me what you see
Just kidding, I don't really give a shit about what you got to say to me
Thats cuz I'm done with all that bullshit negativity
Cut you up and tear your heart out like it's surgery
So do yourself a courtesy
Don't try to commit burglary
Or I'll be at your door step burning hotter than some Mercury
Just trying to stack my currency
Upload it like its circuitry
Work my magic, make it multiply like I know sorcery
Need the bread, need the cheese, need the mayo
Take that money, spread it all out on the table
Just like Escobar, we stacking all them pesos
We hear you talk a lot but got nothin to say though
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
I'll drop a rack cuz I know I'm bout to make it back
I'm a Centaur, stomping ripping through the center
My hunger be MOPAR, Wrangler with no parts
Broke down, I'm infected with a sickness get the best of me
Keep pushing pulling but I'm loosing faith in everything
Got a big problem with acceptance, no accepting me
I'm everything you hate bitch, and everything I wanna be
Up in the clouds, gasoline and I'm running around
And I'm burning them down, and I'm aiming my head for the ground
While i'm screaming aloud, while i'm bumping the sound
My tickets been drawn like a dog in the pound
Been lost and then I'm found
First I'm up and then put down
From above come crashing in your town
Nothing you can do, to get away from me
I'm cracking up these f*cking sticks
And smoking up these family trees
Need the bread, need the cheese, need the mayo
Take that money, spread it all out on the table
Just like Escobar, we stacking all them pesos
We hear you talk a lot but got nothin to say though
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
I'll drop a rack cuz I know I'm bout to make it back
I been that nigga, check the catalog
See em sleepin on me, I ain't mad at all
Tell em suck a dick and blow a bag of balls
I'm an animal, gone off adderal
I'm a monster, no more trauma with liquor and ganja
Need a sponsor, Game Of Thrones, giving dick to Sensa
It's the bully, told you bitch I'm bonkers
Getting blow jobs till her throat thaws
Nigga's turn on you like a door knob
When they 7 on that shady cop
Turn that f*ckin pig to a pork chop
Bitches on my balls like a short stop
It's a celebration let the cork pop
Pull up on a nigga in the Porsche box
With them army guns like it's Fort Knox
It's the Medicine Man
I collect lettuce from fans
Shooting like Kevin Durant
I put your head in the sand
Niggas don't stand any chance
Bitch I'm the head of the branch
I need my bread in advance
I break your legs with my hands
I'm blowing bread in Japan
Understand I'm the man
It's the bully get used to the brand, ya bitch
Need the bread, need the cheese, need the mayo
Take that money, spread it all out on the table
Just like Escobar, we stacking all them pesos
We hear you talk a lot but got nothin to say though
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
I'll drop a rack cuz I know I'm bout to make it back
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Need the bread, need the cheese, need the mayo
Take that money, spread it all out on the table
Just like Escobar, we stacking all them pesos
We hear you talk a lot but got nothin to say though
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
I'll drop a rack cuz I know I'm bout to make it back
M-A-J to O-R
Type of mothaf*cka that'll put you in the O-R
Everytime I get up on the track I go hard
I stay dodging those cops like MOPAR
Back at attacking these raps
Like I'm stacking the packs in the back
And I ain't cutting no slack
Packing it up and I'm shipping it out
Shitting on haters that used to doubt
Go ahead, step up, take a little look-see and tell me what you see
Just kidding, I don't really give a shit about what you got to say to me
Thats cuz I'm done with all that bullshit negativity
Cut you up and tear your heart out like it's surgery
So do yourself a courtesy
Don't try to commit burglary
Or I'll be at your door step burning hotter than some Mercury
Just trying to stack my currency
Upload it like its circuitry
Work my magic, make it multiply like I know sorcery
Need the bread, need the cheese, need the mayo
Take that money, spread it all out on the table
Just like Escobar, we stacking all them pesos
We hear you talk a lot but got nothin to say though
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
I'll drop a rack cuz I know I'm bout to make it back
I'm a Centaur, stomping ripping through the center
My hunger be MOPAR, Wrangler with no parts
Broke down, I'm infected with a sickness get the best of me
Keep pushing pulling but I'm loosing faith in everything
Got a big problem with acceptance, no accepting me
I'm everything you hate bitch, and everything I wanna be
Up in the clouds, gasoline and I'm running around
And I'm burning them down, and I'm aiming my head for the ground
While i'm screaming aloud, while i'm bumping the sound
My tickets been drawn like a dog in the pound
Been lost and then I'm found
First I'm up and then put down
From above come crashing in your town
Nothing you can do, to get away from me
I'm cracking up these f*cking sticks
And smoking up these family trees
Need the bread, need the cheese, need the mayo
Take that money, spread it all out on the table
Just like Escobar, we stacking all them pesos
We hear you talk a lot but got nothin to say though
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
I'll drop a rack cuz I know I'm bout to make it back
I been that nigga, check the catalog
See em sleepin on me, I ain't mad at all
Tell em suck a dick and blow a bag of balls
I'm an animal, gone off adderal
I'm a monster, no more trauma with liquor and ganja
Need a sponsor, Game Of Thrones, giving dick to Sensa
It's the bully, told you bitch I'm bonkers
Getting blow jobs till her throat thaws
Nigga's turn on you like a door knob
When they 7 on that shady cop
Turn that f*ckin pig to a pork chop
Bitches on my balls like a short stop
It's a celebration let the cork pop
Pull up on a nigga in the Porsche box
With them army guns like it's Fort Knox
It's the Medicine Man
I collect lettuce from fans
Shooting like Kevin Durant
I put your head in the sand
Niggas don't stand any chance
Bitch I'm the head of the branch
I need my bread in advance
I break your legs with my hands
I'm blowing bread in Japan
Understand I'm the man
It's the bully get used to the brand, ya bitch
Need the bread, need the cheese, need the mayo
Take that money, spread it all out on the table
Just like Escobar, we stacking all them pesos
We hear you talk a lot but got nothin to say though
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
What you want, What you want, What you looking at
I'll drop a rack cuz I know I'm bout to make it back
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Writer: Eric Fassett, Jarren Benton, Michael Kifer
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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