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letra de isekai - ham sandwich

[intro: ham sandwich]
yeah
yeah
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
(yeah) it’s just me and drip (yeah)
(yeah) yeah (yeah)

[verse 1: ham sandwich]
open a candle, whoop ass on n-gga
put boots on his temple, this sh-t is a holy worship
shorty been buffin’ me up for, like, eight hundred years
got me feel like that n-gga from overlord
drip in this sh-t, n-ggas lookin’ titanic
can’t handle the wave, so he throwin’ them overboard
x on my body like latina big racks
slide like puck, how i’m causin’ a [?]
text said a n-gga like sword art, gun gale
put ’em deep in that water like [?]
bad b-tch on me like she camе through the thumbnail
pull a b-tch like a gacha game [?]
you n-ggas probably ain’t еven make one sale
toss it straight out the box like junk mail
[?] your head got a stick like ducktails
ham sand’, but the bread ain’t become stale (b-tch)
[chorus: ham sandwich]
built like a truck (yessir)
he get isekai, wanna play god? (yeah)
you can meet the guy up in his house (yeah), get it redesigned (ooh)
up in her spine (yeah, yeah, yeah), get it realigned
not gonna book it (yessir), ain’t a read along (nah)
immortalizin’ (ooh), he can be a song (d-mn)
k with a ruger (bah), who you sleepin’ on? (yeah)
[?] on runback (yes), i can see beyond (sir)
chop at his chest, get him slimed out
don’t even fade him, just turn him inside out, uh (d-mn)
we let him f-ck ’round and find out
[?], hit it and she never strikeout, uh (bah)
my shooter shootin’ the lights out
we don’t play no games, he has no life now, uh (d-mn)
i’d rather have stayed in the hideout
last of our people, but none of us died out, uh

[verse 2: ham sandwich]
she take the d like it’s [?]
both of these shorty want me in them ovaries
hopefully mine, finna make it some shampoo (no one saw [?])
well, if you watched it you’d notice [?]
white well n-ggas, we swallow them totally
pause that, bury his body, he [?]
[?], we blowin’ tree
masked up, shoot the n-gga flag down, [?]
[verse 3: drip$tick]
smoke in the fire, potion, i might overheat
campfire cookin’, me and ham are pr-ne to eat
[?] pull a drip, they know it’s me
[?] pull the stick, solar beam
i had a solo team, and
i’m in a whole ‘nother world, i don’t know the reason
but i hold a visa
you’re observin’ the stars, you rosalina
stackin’ exp, you takin’ forty seasons
i think you rappers got alzheimer’s (why?)
why you rappin’ like devils? we know you a part-timer
clock hands soon as you came in the booth
like [?] booth, how we all tired
need a healer for my ears, we’re not fighting
[?] top five, then we gotta archive ya
bro on my side, that’s wrong, i’m a rottweiler
don’t be surprised if my dog find ya

[verse 4: ham sandwich & drip$tick]
yeah, [?], my chopper unblockable
talkin’ logical, we knockin’ his monocle
droppin’ whatever, don’t care if i’m popular
tryna keep my circle small is a follicle
tryna get in my faction, that’s impossible
y’all get me interactions, i ain’t blockin’ you
but i will mute y’all, ya-ya (yeah)
yadda-yadda, i’ma make it inaudible (yeah)
yadda-yadda-yadda, all on my monitor
y’all make the group chat look like philosophers
stay in the shadows, my n-ggas on lock
we locked in, get ’em locked up, and we [?] you
i upgraded my specs, disarmin’ you
way that i’m in that cat, could put my my arm through
this song hit like a truck, lil’ car move
we makin’ bucks just rappin’ ’bout cartoons
[chorus: ham sandwich]
built like a truck (yessir)
he get isekai, wanna play god? (yeah)
you can meet the guy up in his house (yeah), get it redesigned (ooh)
up in her spine (yeah, yeah, yeah), get it realigned
not gonna book it (yessir), ain’t a read along (nah)
immortalizin’ (ooh), he can be a song (d-mn)
k with a ruger (bah), who you sleepin’ on? (yeah)
[?] on runback (yes), i can see beyond (sir)
chop at his chest, get him slimed out
don’t even fade him, just turn him inside out, uh (d-mn)
we let him f-ck ’round and find out
[?], hit it and she never strikeout, uh (bah)
my shooter shootin’ the lights out
we don’t play no games, he has no life now, uh (d-mn)
i’d rather have stayed in the hideout
last of our people, but none of us died out, uh

- ham sandwich

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