The Madness

[Verse 1]

Ayo, you ready? Yeah, I'm ready, right, the fast life

Getting twisted almost every night, my mind is deeper

Than the voice featured on Barry White, I'm not the marry type

I make her sit in vinegar to get the candy tight

I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons

To the great, soon to see me right on Madison

Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins

I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi

Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder

Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face

I'm out the world just like a lightning in space

The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes

[Hook]

This is madness, certified madness

Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage

Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas

Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage

[Verse 2]

Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy

Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie

You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie

I'm in the corner with a hooker playing footsie

Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp

We eat steak, wine and cheese plate

Bronsonline the name is ringing out in each state

Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate

My feet slide just like a hockey player

Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair

Sucky sucky, happy ending shower

Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour

Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands

My rolling skills is undefeated, dog, you'll never win

I bring the devil in, Bronson known for his benevolence

Polo fitted with a leather grip

[Hook]

This is madness, certified madness

Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage

Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas

Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage

[Verse 3]

I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up

Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore

Hop in the whip and go for breakfast

Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas

Damn, I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket

My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit

Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics

Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix

I'll feed her coke for a dick suck

Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt

Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda

Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke 'cause I'ma shoot her

[Interlude]

Yeah, damn, yo, fuck

Yo, three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? Fuck

[Verse 4]

This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars

Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby momma

It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands

Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man

My eyes are open like an owl though

Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough

But if I die before the hour go

Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh, ho

Egyptian fixtures, patties by the colliseum

Guns from Russia, I turn 'em to a ballerina

Cop the work then they bagging coke

Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road

To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go

Master flow work now so I got cash to blow

When I'm older, leather on a rugby shoulder

I'm top doggin', if I'm lying may they slump me over