Ham Sandwich - CURSED!

★ intro: pe$o pete ★
Ay, yeah, huh, bitch, yeah

★ verse 1: sukuna (pe$o pete) ★
You know me, watch 'em run
They feel my vibe when i'm walking up
Fuck all that talking if it ain't 'bout spilling blood
Fuck all that talk, i want power, ain't feeling love
Matter fact, open my domain, you getting cut up
What now, dumbass? told you to shut up
Bro, it's whatever you want, man, i'm ready to go
I'mma send him to hell with a slit in his throat
Bitch, you can't run
And if we finna fight, we ain't using guns
I got four arms, turn him to fucking mush
Man, stop that, you is not one of us
Told him advance
No technique, i'mma kill you with hands
He pressing me, then it's never again
They know it's me when i walk in the building, i don't need my domain, man, that shit too advanced, damn

★ verse 2: mahito (shwabadi) ★
Uh, yeah, been the handiest man any moment
Call from the fam got me rolling to blow shit
Up, one touch got 'em fuckеd up, i'm potent
I'm posing a threat when i'm postеd up
Poke opponents, no gloves throw them up
Souls i mould are forced to open up
With the onus on me, course i fold the cunt, it's
Huh, ooh, not a discussion
Purpose is worthless, turned to corruption
Curse with a work ethic, thirst for destruction
Purging the person, adjourning my function
Uh huh, brrt brrt, stupid, fuck you!
Miyagi chop, got it hitting like kung fu
This ain't a train, but that bitch getting run through
This ain't a train, but i go off the rails
Reading your moves, man, i'm fighting in braille
Shells to his back, homie look like a snail
Y'all can't come near us, we dropping a veil
Dropping a curtain, yami yori
Blood on my hands like, damn, it's gory
Roll with the stitches, nani, call me
Painting his block up, balamory
Antagonistic man of mischief
Machiavellian murderer, masochistic
Fist to fist, i really handle business
Pull the card, leave stubs like raffle tickets
This shit easy, kill like breathing
Domain expansion, no escaping
Different species, can't compete me
Transfiguration, rearrange them

★ verse 3: jogo (gameboyjones) ★
Got the block hot like the fifth of july
Not with the gang, got no piece of the pie
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Fired on mans like i'm gripping the nine
Popped my top and became volcanic
Drop that op, now he look titanic
Brought my chop, got this bitch on panic
Walk that talk, like saddam i ran shit
Ooh, yeah, huh, yeah, what?
Curse energy rated r in this bitch
Be alarmed cause i'm armed, i'll be harming a jit
Fist hit like a car, and i'm parking this shit
Across your face
Got so much drip, my faucet breaks
It's crazy, people say they want smoke
But when i approach they toss the eighth

★ verse 4: finger bearer (breeton boi) ★
Inumaki, swear that words meant to hurt me
But since inception i've been used to some cursing
We plant the seed, and now our schemes are unearthing
And from beneath society is emerging
We making a paradise
Send your pitiful species to afterlife
If you think you can beat me, you must be bugging
Don't you worry, i keep me some pesticide
So you best decide, if this really how you gon' go out
One hand on your chest, and one hand on your mouth
You coughing and wheezing, internals are bleeding
For me this succeeding was never in doubt
Think we failing? ain't a single possibility
Even with a gojo hollow you ain't killing me
My bud make a brother blank out, no memory
We blasting bang bang like the song about megumin
Who's testing me?
You messing with special grade entities
I don't care, you could be yuji or megumi
Bring your dogs, i'm on a whole 'nother pedigree
Bring your dogs, but i'm a beast in this lane
You can get tagged like the lease wasn't paid
When me and gang linked up, you know it's on site
My ops can't afford to even see the domain
Whole lotta bodies on the floor
I ain't even thought to feel remorse
Thinking 'bout the horror i could cause
Scene looking like a story that you'd probably hear from corpse
Of course you can try go hand to hand with hanami
Handle that and then you'll have to honour me
Bulletproof cause ain't no metal harming me
Turn a boy who meddles to an offering

★ verse 5: geto suguru (ham sandwich) ★
Hundred demons on me, shout out to mari
I run it clean and calmly, walk with an army
Surrounded by the monkeys, ain't on safari
I told 'em get the money, then i discard 'em
I trash 'em and pack 'em up
Curses killing anybody acting up
Worthless lesser beings in the presence of higher powers
See, this shit isn't adding up
Back in days, with the hate i ain't had enough
All this rage in my heart, so i had to bluff
Eat a curse like a shounen, i'm having lunch
Uzumaki, gon' hit like it's pack a punched
Uzumaki, we spinning his block if i catch him in 4k
Thought it was sweet like a sorbet
Killing you niggas, my forte
Not with the right click, treat a monkey like a bored ape
Steal that shit, that means you niggas not fungible, if i take your life, it isn't refundable
You ain't with the shits, i know you a huxtable, you ain't gojo, i can tell that you touchable
Can't see the energy, you niggas ain't functional
Can't see the enemy, it's actually a pack of passive people, sitting home, getting comfortable
While my people die to keep 'em ignorant
All i see is violence and bitterness
Shit got me talking different, walking different
Offing anybody coming within six feet, that's coffin distance
I'm called to leaving constant opposition
To common sense with altruism given
To not the victim, stop the rhythm, stop the music
I might give the beat contusions