Larry Csonka

[Intro] Bronsolino Fuck that sitting-down rap type shit, man I stand up, cause I'm a motherfucking man And I'm motherfucking hot [Verse 1] Peep it I'm on the third floor, your class was in the basement You know what that means; you got a hint of retardation Well, me too, I'm fully-blown just like the flow, though Spit the silky shit that's ankle-length like a kimono Uh, sharp instruments to rock like a fossil Shotty for the haters, that's trimmed off at the nostrils Well, me and Docker eating dinner at the brothel Never sniff that blanco, that's word to OJ's Bronco Cop a Dutch and break it open, overfill it I'm rollin' in the car, it may be shaky, never spill it, though Cause when I rhyme, I feel possessed by El Espirito Encounters of a Third Kind, X-Rays on the visual Ginger ale and hot sauce, two things I live by I'm such a chill guy, but fuck around and, yes, you will die Green DeVille, right, green drugs, but hold the serum Rub the things together, then you clear 'em, flatline The prosciutto, olives from Tunisia Drums are hittin' hard because they chopped up like a cleaver And yes I'm smokin' all the reefer The night creeper I love the pussy really tight, that's with a light Caesar Can it be that I'm the Golden Child, the chosen one The piggies saying freeze, but every time they did I chose to run Takin' that attachment on the nozzle like a soldier's gun Hide behind the boulder, silver bullet through you shoulder, son Crack the pepper over thin crust that's handmade I'm stayin' strapped just like the Air Raid Yo, take a taste of my nuts Know they sweet just like the candy Dick is the same color as Band-Aid, understand me? I built this building, they came and then I conquered Two hour flights to Heathrow up in the Concorde Fermented grapes up in my glass that bear the same name I'm working hard because that's what I need to maintain Killer Queens is on the rise, so understand me Ain't never stoppin' 'til there's a Grammy in a room for my family Also known as a den Post and toast with Lauren Posing for pictures, kicking scriptures that form up a phlegm [Interlude] Uh, let me take a little break fam I'm fucking straight out of surgery, man I need a little break When I come back in, I'mma come back in hard, though I promise you that (Look at my motherfucking shoulders, son) [Verse 2] Yo I'm diving in like Louganis I'm aiming right for that anus Trying to give her a payment to rent the pussy like Avis Peace to Shaevitz & Shaevitz My rhymes are seasoned for flavor Fuck with shorties that's in shape, they got the V like they're Vader Ah ha, Animal Style, flippin' like a flipjack You heard the cat rap, like animal's fear from a rat, got Ankle length, that's suede, the jacket Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Do the Chatatimmy Shimmy like a crackhead No one compare to me, lampin' with my tangerine I'm fiend out, so I'm bangin' on the tambourine Yo, bring the drugs and call me when you on the corner And I'mma send the doja down in case they run up on ya Your style is celibate, I'm elegant, trust My style is liver and I'm ivory like a elephant tusk Swirl the wine inside the glass that got the delicate musk Shoe be pointy at the toe, closin' down the show Poison be the flow, got the boysenberry blow Finish on the women That mean the bitch from Finland Her tits are bonkers Chilling in her chanclas Rollers in her hair, I'm running through it, Larry Csonka [Outro] Bronsolino You don't even know who fucking Larry Csonka is, man Get the fuck off my wee-wee Pussy