Sam Slamwich - Gucci Bandanna (Sam Slimslam Jam) lyrics

[Intro] Gucci Bandanna (Skirr) I f**ing with you, I don't give a sh** about adlibs (Groan) You don't get a tip 46 k** a Crip. Goons in the pit b**h [Verse 1] Look Here lies a whole cacophony of sound in a graveyard south of me God damn it, a sin sang so fully enhanced by a dragged out opening Why the f** would I need that adlib for those dumb kids that don't know sh** Because (Censored) can flow sick without saying his name before it Oh sh**! I don't owe sh** to my friends here, those posers Who act up when I say my balls itch, or that song there s**s raw dick Lemme see that maw, open up that jaw b**h, you got a bad case of pastrami I'ma eat that cause I'm hungry, prechewed, smelling like it's dog sh** I'm on a spaceship in its orbit around Venus and her orifice And I'm peeling, I mean penis, I mean Jesus, do you see this? He sees it in this remix, he gets so pissed at my genius I get struck by lightning, and it hurts cause it's lightning And lightning is really hot... STANK [Hook x2] Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna (Skirr!) Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna (Skirr!) Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna (Skirr!) Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna (Skirr!) Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna (My b**h, my b**h) Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna (My b**h, my b**h) Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Bandanna (My b**h, my b**h) Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna (My b**h.) [Verse 2] (My b**h) b**h got stank up to her neck, she pa**ed out in that bathtub In that soap bubble so fresh, god damn she smelling like lavender Got a package for you I'm so straight, man I'm so straight I swear it's not my dick. Just open it, just open it HA HA! It was my f**ing co*k! I tricked you with my wiener! Now you got to remove your socks, kick back and smoke this reefer Cleaner than a peek at me, anyone wanna see my evil secrets? Evil demons speaking in tongues telling me to heener-neener Playing speam with a gang of green infected leaves I eat a feast of severed arms and legs to feed my selfish needs I shot a k**er off his steed and now I'm hungry for his mead I grab a hundred of his best ales and his PCP. Gucci! [Hook] Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna (Skirr!) Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Gucci Bandanna (Skirr!) Gucci Bandanna, Gucci Bandanna (Skirr!) Gucci Bandanna, Gucci! [Verse 3] Telling me to be the better beta, never gotta demonstrate or cater to the brave Belarus Dictator never cave into a player, I gotta get a day to stay away from a truce Stay away from a moose, get loose when I do boo-hoo while I take a little deuce Coo-coo rig a trigger with a rapper, Cappadonna gonna gap a motherf**ing tooth. b*tch! One day, whack a mole, get ready get set for the festivala and then go Do you wanna test a ho? Back bent, steady, pay less come on Get back to the escadron at PayLess where I pay less reperations For the escalation of the respiration that I use in a conversation about patience Straight raging with pagans. Crazy for Cajuns Paging Malaysians. Blowing fel**tions That's it, I'm done. My career is over. I'm finished STANK!