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Hamm Samwich: Im Just A Woman

IDIOTSAYSYES on July 02, 2012 08:39

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    (I’m a motherfucken woman, yea)
    (Word up, ya FUCK...)

    Hamm Samm got more face
    than John Wayne Gace
    Got toddlers stacked in his basement
    I am a bait to the straight
    My figure is a fucken eight
    Bitches know now to kow-tow to the replacement.
    Clear off the stage whatever fucken way you like
    You wanna sashay that’s okay, but take a hike
    Don’t let the door hitcha where the good lord splitcha
    Bitch, ya wanna souvenir? I’ll sign ya pitcha.
    My visage is a message to the masses
    They preach what I teach to shorties in the sunday school classes.
    Exact tax for my tracks and the merch,
    Hamm Samm’s the state and the church.
    I rain down loaves but hoes, you gotta catch ya own fishes.
    Ain’t no fucken tuna ever dirty my fucken dishes.
    Hamm is the meat that I ever gonna eat.
    Your shit ain’t fit for nothin but the dogs in the street
    Dress it up with a garnish or dip it in a batter
    Serve it to me with a fine wine on a platter
    I still spit your shit out into the sink
    Your fucken seafood STINK.
    Bitch, I’m a woman

    So what if every now and then I gotta stay in to shave my skin
    And try to become feminine again
    Bitch, when I emerge
    I send your motherfucken ass back to your bucket to purge up
    Your dinner and begin again
    I got more cock in my mouth ass and vag
    Than you could even begin to imagine
    Tally up my total and divide it by three
    Ya still doublin the dick that your ass is ever gon’ see
    I remade the motherfucken wheel
    Rearranged and changed the game with my sex appeal
    Now all the bitches that was shittin on my look
    is cookin up samwiches every meal.
    Ignore me at your peril
    My pussy’s fucken ferile
    To ya shitty kitty’s scrapin at the bottom of the barrel
    Get ready for the rumpus
    and recalibrate your compass
    And march forth due north to wherever my lady lump is.
    Girl, ya followin the new world order
    Beyonce still replays the shit I taught her
    I’m the one that run the fucken world, that’s it
    All the other girls are full of fucken shit
    So, obey you better obey me all day
    Unless you wanna get your pretty fucken body put away
    Into a metal drawer underneath a sheet
    There’s more than one way to get your mother fucken face beat
    Bitch, I’m a woman

    (I’m a motherfucken woman, yeah)

    Pretty girl, fuck your face
    You’re never gonna motherfucken take my place
    And I may be an ugly lady
    But y'all ain’t nothin but a waste of space

    Pretty girl, fuck your face
    You’re never gonna motherfucken take my place
    And I may be an ugly lady
    But y'all ain’t nothin but a waste, a waste of a woman


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