Bronson Mania

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Ayyo hit or miss shorty wake up shorty shit the fish

Razor sniff, leave the pocket when you see the Blitz

You never know the type of pickle you in

Till you wake up in a cell and nuts will tickle your chin

It's Vinny Gorgeous with the sinister grin

And if it wasn't for the drugs I'd probably be in the gym

If I'm not up in the studio, I'm up in your wife

If you had a bigger package she'd be up in your life

In 93' I had to cop me the Flights, started plottin the heist

So I cop me a knife, these sneakers cost a hundred forty duke

I'm stoppin' your life, better yet I'll cut your cock off with the choppin device

You never know it could be you up on the table

Emergency rush in will pull your bladder through your navel

Special pants cover that feces bag, another man rockin that chain

And the piece he had, We kill the cow carve it for the proper preparations

Braise the leg sir the loin make the brisket Cajun

Rib eye prime prefer you leave the bone in, the tomahawk chop is only meant for grown men

Zonin' sequin shirts with the stone gems

I'll never have it, duke—I'd rather let the chrome sin

Equip for the rip, you faggot pussies sit where you piss

These queens killers hit the strip with the sniff, bitch

Roll up the grass crazy willy man will stuff your ass

With a gerbil, serve your girl a custard mask

Crush the glass, dip my fist and step inside the ring

Inside the bing,pussy ran he tried to hide the thing

Come through to the courts, a hundred down from any spot

Dribble shoot, the penny drop just like a henny shot

You look astonished, face twisted like a Twizzler

My people laughin cause they know we goin sizzler

Purpose to life, prestige pussy plenty paper

Steam risin off Jacuzzi women different flavors

Whips are major, shits aggressive like a vicious saber

You trick the paper, tell your bitch that I'mma hit it later

Accurate palm strikes, on like disposition, John Stockton

I'm scoring and I'm also dishin

Magic long night pipe with no intermission

Put on the DL, Tommy John no more pitchin

This is Queens watch words, just like Persian

Jissepe Dishdo Automatic with the conversion

You never know might be the next to meet the surgeon

Split like a pig, and left you bleedin like a virgin

Inhaler of smoke the fine chronic conoisseur

We Bobba Ghanoush the tan colored pile of Raw

The humus and bread, olives from another land

And fuck a burger, i'd rather eat the mother lamb

I'm Royce Gracie the magician of submission, elegance in the kitchen

My ambition ain't to glisten, but yo, Fuck all the jewelery shit

Provide me with a sturdy whip, a package on the dirty bitch

Titty size a 36, 30 dicks what she takin in a single sittin

Silk and linin what I'm sportin when the Eagles winnin

Yo bet the oval, cause the corners are a little iffy

In a minute turn a macho man a little sissy

I'm never pissy, all the women wanna kiss the

Flushin grizzly, heavy but they never diss me

Cause I be in and out of pussy like a stream of piss

Gleam the wrist, nah fuck it, rather steam the bliss