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ACTION BRONSON lyrics : "Buddy Guy"

[Action Broson]
Uhh, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Bronsolinio
Aiyyo


Stog' on the stoop, got the box pumpin Billy Joel
I'm Mickey Mantle white you mother$#&@ers semi-pro
Neck to colon how I slice on the machete go

Shoot your gun and throw confetti cause I'm ready ho~!
Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm a stand-up
Call me the teacher, wanna talk just put your hands up

We eat the lamb duck gooes beef or chicken
Two seater shiftin with the smooth sea to shrimp in
My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fire

Golden sound, blow the town, 'lo attire
Brown haze love the swampy like the Everglades
I'm switchin styles so that I"m ready when the era change

First pressed virgin oil from the deep quarter
Spit the %#@! that have me laid up with the sheik's
daughter

Three quarter on the Bally jacket to the knee
Lights flashin when I'm rappin, that's half a tree
That smoke linger son it shine through the curtain

Cracked pepper mother$#&@er I"ma grinder for certain
So, never in your life come with scared business here
$#&@ around never found (*##$, disappear


[Action Bronson]
Time after time I'm a winner

Seasoned in the barrel, harvest in the winter
Far from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the denim
Twisted off of Manischewitz, Harlem in a rental

The hash candidate, Connie Gorgeous
360 is the waves and the caesar huggin larry{?} flosses
Never stoppin 'til we hoppin out of grimey Porsches

One night shorty needin over 9 abortions
I'm the whole %#@!, one you wanna roll with
One that came to wavin the guns out like a glow stick

Number one , numero uno with the flow %#@!
Your style is tired and limp just like an old dick
(*##$


[Action Bronson]
Roman sculptures, all of my students hold the diploma

Straight to the back, garage door, behold the Lotus
Fienst tuna right out the sea straight off the boat this
hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a toga

Bronsonelli chef de cuisine I flex the two seam
Inject the vein with !@!@&& I'm a true fiend
I'm too demented, all the weapons we invented

that's hidden inside our brain and the window tinted ten
the percentage
Sacrificin the land for the nutrition

"Criminology 101" hard cover, newest edition
Nuclear fission is heavy weighty top the division
Lots of prosivions collosal status stoppin collisions

Too beaucoup, fresher than a lake trout
Barbecue the venison, pair it with a great stout
Peace I'm out kid, a mother$#&@in pace out

every time I take that mother$#&@in weapon for my
waist out

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