eat yo gay sammich

sort of a stream of consciousness freestyle rap, not sure what it’s
about but the rhymes go where they must.

You’re a faggot stupid fucking bitch
Go home and eat your gay sandwich
pastrami and mayo so yucky as hell
go fuck yourself
your egg salad sammich
i feel the damage
like a savage ate a pile of shit,
and a cabbage
brandon, tyler, austin, zack,
like any old millenial
fap fap fap
on the porn internet
you were born into it
and you’ll never come back back back
you little bitch bitch bitch
eat yo stupid sandwich which which
which hole, i didn’t say asshole,
trash hole, rotten cheese casserole,
fags know, it idn’t so natural,
That so? howda fucka i know?!
i aint no complaino i say no to ano
i sticka wih vagina cuzza tryna say that
I like PUSSY
a here pussy pussy
a here kitty, there kitty
every where an itty bitty
eat ya gay sammich!
have ya gramma check ya diapah
damage control like a windshield wipah
bandage up the hole, call in a snipah
88 ball
ADHD hypahhhhh!
Eat ya gay sammich
i’m on a roll,
a k-k-k-k-kaiser roll,
don’t roll your eyes
at the size of the guy’s hole,
there’s nothing you can do,
am i getting thru?
choka on a sammich
and her face turn blue I said
what’s the deal
what’s this about
didn’t i tell you
not to shout
didn’t i tell you to
go to bed
just for that
you gotta gimme some head!
I said eat your sammich
ya fuckin fag,
eat your sammich
and lick the bag
eat yo sammich
and suck on the cup
eat yo gay sammich and
shut the fuck up

It has a certain delictable taste about it, not quite sure where it’s going, though.

Sort of 1000 days of Sodom, Pasolini flick, I walked out of way back in the sixties before he got murdered by his lover.

It leaves something out, it has a sense that it’s unfinished. It needs point counterpoint, and finale.

My god man. You’ve gotta put that shit down with a beat.

You right, corse you got to understand
The feel of it, regardless

After all, there being reason beneath
The rhyme,

And sex becoming universal blind expression beyond value,

What does with it’s body,
Consensality, is none of their business.

Xcept peeping toms,

Craving attention, and feelings of
Just curious, feeling trapped between convention,
And possibility.

For thus such like some, need to
Respond to the requirements of those already begotten, the possibilities are not endless,

Cause for those the practicality of the platonic stair
Well,

Become obvious and certainly real. And as these come, into the foreground, the others recede,
By far.

Strife, and strive besides,
To gain what some aspired
The kundalini serpent
Of power and love,
nay, sacrificially, into it’s own heart
Resides.

The identity of The God,
Hiding such,
As would her waiting and wailing on,
Dido knows best
Oh, Belinda!

I just think it would be a very oddly compelling
Track were it sung by a scrappy young ghetto lady

Just another way to get attention and raise eyebrows

Me rapping it just sound honestly, homo erotic

Not what I’m getting at. At all

I was just procrastinating.

So I started singing in more of hippy ballad style, Beatles,

“Your a stupid douchebag fucking bitch
Every day you eat your gay sandwich”

I thought the expression gay sandwich was classic.
It doesn’t mean gay as in homosexual.

But one thing led to another and the rhymes that
Came kept naturally pulling into a more sexual place.
But with a name like gay sandwich that’s going to happen. I wanted to make fun of millennial names
But by Nanking four names it sounded
Like a literal homo sex sandwich. Not at all what I meant. Jesus. But it would be funny if a girl sang it,
Like missy Elliot. Ah maybe some day I’ll have time to make records. Need to make more money and get kids raised.