MALEVOLENT SHRINE

[Chorus: Ham Sandwich]
Ay, ay, cut up! Cut up!
Cut up! Cut up!
Cut up! Cut up!
Cut up! Cut up!
Talking that shit, get cut up!
He ain't talk money, bitch, shut up!
Said he wanna curse 'till I've put him in a hearse
Now his buddy on a search for a one-up!

[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]
Niggas talking shit, but they ain't ever gonna slide for it
Nigga said he 'bout it, but he isn't tryna die for it
If he with the opposition, send him to the sky for it
Passing him the smoke, I guarantee we get him high for it
Niggas doing anything for clout, they'll lie for it
Cry for it, fly for it, eye for an eye for it
Slide for it, Gucci, Louie, Prada, they'll buy for it
High scoring, super duper shooter, brought the pipe for it
Thinking he Mario, we ain't letting shit slide
When we out in Shibuya, at the malevolent shrine
We gon' slash him to nothing, we out him like a fish fry
Buddy thought it was funny, the way we shredding his sides
Want a cut, and we cutting him up, punching, I'm crushing his guts
Fuck an one V one, I summon something, we jumping his ass
None of you niggas stopping my destiny coming to pass
Pop a lil' domain, I guarantee you ain't running from that

[Chorus: Ham Sandwich]
Cut up! Cut up!
Cut up! Cut up!
Cut up! Cut up!
Cut up! Cut up!
Talking that shit, get cut up!
He ain't talk money, bitch, shut up!
Said he wanna curse 'till I've put him in a hearse
Now his buddy on a search for a one-up!

[Verse 2: Ham Sandwich]
Cut up! I been the coldest, the rawest
The meanest, the flawest, the fallen, the calling is
Fuck it, we balling, I'm all in
My hand on the table, you stalling
Unable to win, no matter what you drawing
I walk how I'm talking, you quiet and crawling
I silence the masses, I fire it and pass it
I'm high as the fliest giant dropping acid, I

[Chorus: Ham Sandwich]
Cut up! Cut up!
Cut up! Cut up!
Cut up! Cut up!
Cut up! Cut up!
Talking that shit, get cut up!
He ain't talk money, bitch, shut up!
Said he wanna curse 'till I've put him in a hearse
Now his buddy on a search for a one-up!

[Verse 3: Aerial Ace]
Bodies on ice, motherfucker, it's a tundra
Fuck a prenup yours mine with a sunder
Pressure on a shitter, I'mma flush 'em like a plunger
Two hands down or six feet you'll be under
In out and in out your home
Watch 'em bitch out and dip down and whip out his phone
Get to get down, I spin 'round and split out his zone
Lil' bitch finna trip out with grips down his throat
Flint bows end foes with the tech in an enchiridion
Niggas need shadow work, bitch, I'm filling in
Make 'em hit a dry cough peel 'em back, benilyn
Man, this lil' nigga is weak!
Rip tide his side, slide defy physics like Qin Sais
Stick by as I apply divots
His hip-thigh, rib-eye, turn into a pint-size
Pig sty, bitch tryna thrive dive in it
I don't know an arc that ain't just done with you
When I start flooding the world, no coming to
Curse the turf, their purpose coming soon
Make a worthless servant to a working tool
Stomp a nigga head while I'm smirking
Brain get to lurking, see a ray of death - Steve Irwin
King - I been that
When I spit, I bet not hear no lip back