Action Bronson Into

*coughing*

Smoking $#&@ing thanksgiving turkey bags man
Surgical procedures
Ben Johnson

You already know

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]


Sign my name with the feather, tap dance under the full moon
Smoke and drinking liquor for the fam that left us too soon

Just keep it trucking, searching all the nooks and crannies
No english muffin, streets are filled with crooks and trannies
Bam bam got a shooter like Lagassee

Emerald green paper that I split up with my posse
One hand driving, 3 gram smoking
2 fiend sucking, tea bag soaking

Strength of a !@$! the drugs are even stronger
Shorty loved the longitude, dealer bring a quarter through
Over fishing make the snapper less affordable

I hate when stupid (*##$es ask me questions that rhetorical
Like "do you want to have sex?", well (*##$, it's obvious
Her name was Yenta from the former Yugoslavia

She grew a bush like a baby plant
Still I ate, just think of it as bucatini razor clams
Smuggle cheeses in a baby bag

And then I serve at a private tasting
I got no time for wasting
Just dick is placed in the slit no type of conversation

And prime rib from the fee ka ba buh ba buh
$#&@, $#&@ed my last word up cause I don't give a %#@! man
I meant to say prime rib carved at the $#&@ing carving station but yo


[Verse 2: Action Bronson]


Yo my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up
In an alley with a fiend getting his @@#!ed sucked
Plus she wearing a wedding dress a special day

She said she finally met a? $#&@

Yo my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up

In an alley with a fiend getting his @@#!ed sucked
And she wearing a wedding dress a special day
She said she finally met a man to take her breath away

Well naturally I'm jealous, because I'm lonely
At times my only friends are drugs and the cannoli
My dad was right I shoulda listened when he told me

A walking contradiction wounds inflicted on me solely
Pain with thin running deeper than the ocean floor
Bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh yo


Pain with thin running deeper than the ocean floor
Ocean avenue, the family straight from Kosovo

That was years ago mum look how your son has bloomed
I hum a tune and then I'm hotter than the sun in june
And I'm just living my life but feel I'm drifting

Demons on the doorstep, lungs that feel constricted
Or maybe I should see a shrink and get prescripted
Or take the hand of God but %#@! I think ill keep my distance

I think I'm frightened and I didn't even know it
But yo, that was a thought and I'm subconsciously a poet
This %#@! is perfect timing and I hope that I don't blow it

I pop the bottle of the moet you hears from me

*unknown rapper shout outs*


[Verse 3: Action Bronson]


Late night I'm trying to stay out of the orez skips?
Great white sharks, the 38 with tarnished tips
27 years I never met an honest (*##$

Slice their face like Katana and %#@!
Through my nasal blow the smoke
Basil on the boat

Hookers on the half shell, hundred dollar pants
Wind breaker jacket flapping like a falcon from a westward wind
Play the kitchen like a mexican, next of kin
Patrick Swayze? We out!