(The Butcher)
Yo, what up Sweet Baby Ray? I need no introduction
Building up the beat, you’d swear I work on construction
Pounding on my dick! Like a hammer of the sledge
Every morning when I get out of bed, I say my chubby pledge
I pledge allegiance, to my chub
And to my dope fuckin’ ride, rolling on dubs
I swear I’ll beat my meat, as much as I can
Always choking my chicken in my left hand
Got a booster for a rooster, I’m a sharp shooter
I filet my steak, like I’m Freddy Kreuger
You can call me a beast, but that doesn’t fully get it
Everything you need to know about ham, we already said it
Cause the Cutlets know what’s up, the Cutlets know what’s good
The Cutlets know all about varnishing wood
The wood in our pants, that makes you dance
We spray our shit from Mass to Cali, from India to France

We hausin’ & bossin’
And spanking our sausage
We hausin’ & bossin’
And spanking our sausage

(Heinz)
Got my sip-a-mug in one hand, dick in the other
I be spitting this track with the Butcher and my brother
What it do? What it is? Cause my dick turns color
Meet me at the deli, you can bring the others
Yo motha fucka, you know I chill all day
Beating my chub, you know I ain’t gay
I just satisfy my needs, make bitches plead
For me to give it to the one more time and make them bleed
I pound it on the jon, I pound it on the lawn
From Mass to Cali, Japan to Taiwan
You can catch me anywhere, sparking my flare
With my deez ass dick, and greasy fucking hair
I lubricate my dick so my hand moves better
I make more cheddar, and pussies wetter
You can catch me at your local deli, yes I beat it everyday
I cum so much, you can call me Ocean Spray

We hausin’ & bossin’
And spanking our sausage
We hausin’ & bossin’
And spanking our sausage

(Sweet Baby Ray)
Sugar honey ice tea, y’all niggaz know me
Need no introduction always singing in key
Sweet Baby Ray, grinding all day
Swagga so sweet, you could call him Sugar Ray
Falling from power, Mr. fucking Ross
There’s a new sheriff in town, Renegade the boss
Always riding clean and never dirty
Beating my dick, until it go squirty
Nigga, I slam my ham, black as I am
Smacking a ho, not giving a damn
Don’t call me Chris Brown, I’m the king of this town
I salute y’all soldiers, so give me my crown
Like Kobe and Shaq, I spit that crack
Laying in bed, pounding my sack
I’m with my boys ‘til the end, like Barbie and Ken
Hausin’ and Bossin’ with Heinz and Ben

We hausin’ & bossin’
And spanking our sausage
We hausin’ & bossin’
And spanking our sausage

We hausin’ & bossin’
And spanking our sausage
We hausin’ & bossin’
And spanking our sausage


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