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war! - ham sandwich (usa) lyrics

[intro: pasta]
pasta (pasta, pasta)

[verse 1: ham sandwich]
came up in the sp*ce and i’m surrounded by invaders
i let the metal talk, it don’t need a translator
heard a traitor in the lobby, leave a crater in they body
if i find ’em i’mma eren*n*gga out like a jeager
i keep a saber beside me
and when i’m calling the lightning
i bring a storm to the enemy
there won’t be silver lining
i keep my bars in the bas*m*nt
ain’t no one touching my writing
these n*ggas living was basic
but now they screaming and crying
’cause they got sent off to basic
these n*ggas complacent
but i’ve been grinding the daily
they see me getting the bacon
it’s no surprise that they hating
fighting goliath, we david
ain’t even tryna be famous
just tryna find an oasis
but we were born to be hated
this life is not a game, i’m done playing
sins of our ancestors, i’m done paying
we gon’ bring the war to their front door
let ’em see the monster that they hunt for
want war?
[hook: ham sandwich]
hard body n*gga, feel like reiner
you a minor, drip designer
annie diamonds on the timer
situation getting dire
spitting fire like colossal titan, put ’em in the fryer
see my wrist and all these n*ggas biting
look at the attire
i ain’t ever tired
odm, i’m shooting from the hip
i’m forever flyer
kenny chopper, walking with a limp
you is not a fighter
titans pull up on you and you dip
set a new reminder
make ’em pay for f*cking with the kid

[verse 2: iamchriscraig]
ay, i’m a beast like zeke, trick
if you run up on me then i’m leaving you deceased quick
weapon leave ’em faceless, homie on his rod reiss ish
you would think i’m kenny ackerman just how i keep clips
i’m the type to put your world in a panic
shout out to gang, my brothers rumble, then your world gonna vanish
i leave you buried underground
i’ll go to war with the hammer
i’ll up your right hand man
like a certain commander
team hungry for the beef, we be eating like sasha
gun a colossal titan, be heating up your roster
if you come from marley, you an opp
and your girl is like ymir ’cause she a titan with the jaw
and i’m coming with the squad
you know we giving all we got
ever since the kid was scared of all the titans on the block
i’ve been putting in some work to get my people to they spot
and it’s never gonna stop
even if against the world i’ll never drop, chris
[hook: ham sandwich]
hard body n*gga, feel like reiner
you a minor, drip designer
annie diamonds on the timer
situation getting dire
spitting fire like colossal titan, put ’em in the fryer
see my wrist and all these n*ggas biting
look at the attire
i ain’t ever tired
odm, i’m shooting from the hip
i’m forever flyer
kenny chopper, walking with a limp
you is not a fighter
titans pull up on you and you dip
set a new reminder
make ’em pay for f*cking with the kid

[verse 3: ham sandwich]
ay, we gon’ make ’em pay!
finna run a fade
barber shop f*cked up, cut into his nape
chopping up the enemy until i’m out of blades
opposition dead and bleeding, running and afraid
and it’s still f*ck gabi
marley n*ggas sleeping on us, we gon’ catch em’ lacking
marley n*ggas deep, so about to be subtracting
turn into a monster in the cut, thunder cracking
we gon’ divvy up his faction
we won’t leave him with a fraction
take his b*tch and get her banded
now she throwing me the wagon
she gon’ throw it like it’s madden
pieck, how i put the cannon on her back
royalty inside my dna so titans gon’ attack
at the drop of a hat, from the front to the back
all my n*ggas smoking on that marley pack
yeah, finna cut up like a recap
get the streets buzzing, how my mic got feedback

- ham sandwich usa lyrics

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