Sandwich Gun

MEOW! SANDWICH GUN! SANDWICH GUN! In the kitchen like in the streets, everything by the code!

In the kitchen like in the hood, bro, we live by the rules, Two slices of bread — the foundation, a whole kilo of meat, no excuse Cheese stretching like fire, bacon crisp in the flame, Tomatoes, pickles, sauce burning hot — this ain’t a game! Multi-layered monster, tower scraping the sky, If you don’t eat this, you ain’t one of us, don’t even try I’m the king of this beast, I’m the god, I’m the creator, One single bite — and you belong to me forever!

I fry it, I crush it, I crunch that fresh crust loud, The smell hits the whole block — this is the new religion now This ain’t just food — this is law, this is power, Once you taste it, there’s no turning back, no retreat, no hour!

LET’S MAKE A SANDWICH! SANDWICH WE WILL EAT! SANDWICH GUN! Fat, wild, stacked high — a real fucking gangster! LET’S MAKE A SANDWICH! The whole world gonna swallow! One bite — and you’re ours forever, no tomorrow! SANDWICH GUN!

Throw in spicy peppers, let that fire ignite your soul, Mayo dripping rivers — this is pure black magic, bro Height of the Everest, volume straight criminal, Anyone who says no is just weak and forgettable I slice with the knife like a katana, precise, no mercy, Every layer a new level, a new level of heresy Salads for the weak ones, for us — only the meat throne, SANDWICH GUN in my hands — now the whole hood is our own!