What Am I To You?
Yo, this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the
holdin pen with me in central booking
Welcome to the system
[Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeahhh! Motherfuckers!
Coming to you live from Newark, New Jersey]
[Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up]
Fucked up [all night] all night
[Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up]
Fucked up [all night] all night
[Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker]
Verse One:
Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic
I come wtter than Pur
Meat Sandwich
In the name of GWAR, in the name of love
In the name of the blood dripping out of the sun
I call out your God, till before me he stands
But don't send me Jesus, he's only a man
Meat Sandwich!!!
I have come as a feral thing, clutching at your bloated underbelly
Let the agony, of the is to be
Be the shrieks, the warnings of the death screams
Pummeling the wretched, crushing the defiler
Pummeling the wretched-aye!
Slay them all let them come, let them come, let them come
They've come for
Meat Sandwich (crucify)
I have come as a feral thing, snapping at your bloated underbelly
To crucify, shrieks of the crucified
Let the agony, of the is to be
Be the shrieks, the warning of the death screams
Pummeling the wretched (you know who)
Crushing the defiler (you know who you are)
Pummeling the wretched-aye! (you know who)
Slay them all let them come, let them come, let them come
They come for
Meat Sandwich!