I see you at the club and you bettah have a sammich for me
with a toothpick so it don't become a victim uh gravity
makin bread like scott baio, ham with extra mayo
forget custard, I start spreadin niggas like mustard
I'll throw salt in ya face, some peppah for a chase
I just cant stop lickin while im tossin in da chicken
my lips, my hips, ya slip into tha danger zone
blood floats in your throat as you choke on a chicken bone