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1000 grams of salami - gort lyrics

[intro]
what do i do?
get to recordin’

[verse 1: gort]
(gort) i’m in the deli with a fistful of salami
she’s on me, she said she want me
brodie talkin’ stupid, best believe i’m pullin’ out the tommy
hammer and sickle, i’m like a commie
stomp him in the dome with pastrami
stomp his friends too, just to catch me a couple bodies
d*mn, his shawty say she want me
catch me at the deli with a thousand grams salami

[chorus: gort]
got the bread, the oil, the salt and spit
the pesto and salami, fresh basil, it hit
i toast your body in the oven with italian herbs
i’m in the deli makin’ sandwiches, man, f*ck what you heard
you got the bread, the oil, the salt and spit
the pesto and salami, fresh basil, it hit
i toast your body in the oven with italian herbs
i’m smokin’ packs in my deruelle, man, f*ck, what’s the word?
(gort, gort, gort)

[verse 2: bruhmanegod]
one billion grams of salami
i stuff your face with hams and pastrami
some fat in your body, i got the bread pockets
you thinkin’ i passed the [?]
but, wait, i’m so mad that i’m sick of the absence of chicken up on this sandwich i’m stickin’ in my gluttonous porthole
my fork’s [?] ennormous pole
you can’t afford a bowl of affordable h*rn bulls slashed into a stir fry
sendin’ this sh*t back if you don’t get it right the first time
[verse 3: lil darkie]
i’m in the deli with my d*ck in my hand
and the salami the same size as the sh*t in my pants
big bands, get to marchin’, don’t be startin’ with me
i got that tuna on the loaded sub, startin’ to reek all week
i haven’t had a decent sandwich, bread
that sh*t [?] put banana peppers on that sh*t [?] had a flip
like i’m a patty on the grill, and you a spatula
actually, i’m a spider gargantuan tarantula

[chorus: gort]
you got the bread, the oil, the salt and spit
the pesto and salami, fresh basil, it hit
i toast your body in the oven with italian herbs
i’m in the deli makin’ sandwiches, man, f*ck what you heard
you got the bread, the oil, the salt and spit
the pesto and salami, fresh basil, it hit
i toast your body in the oven with italian herbs
i’m smokin’ packs in my (yeah) deruelle, man (yeah), f*ck, what’s (yeah) the word?
(yeah, it’s gort)

- gort lyrics

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