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ACTION BRONSON lyrics : "Ron Simmons"

Gipsy Salami cheese is from the cave
Wild dandelion greens dressed up on the plate
Parmesan crisp we wildin' in marea

Doing all the drugs off of Pico and Labrea
Peace to Kings English sticky green fingers
Rock fast Polaroids (*##$es named Dinga

Cunnilingus Buddy Holly singing
Hash between my butt cheeks hookers in the plush suite
Whole grain mustard 12 grain bread

Move cocaine out of Spokane I got no shame
Spit the propane relive you of your gold chain
Go to bed without even knowing the hoes name

Hazelnut spread banana on your bread
Treat you like a shark put the hammer on your head
Mock neck sweaters I pack up on the threads

Fat black leathers leave your body in the shed
Damn


Peace to mother$#&@ing Iceland
Ron Ron Simmons


Damn your $#&@ing with a pro kid
No triple A I went straight up to the show kid
While You can catch me out in Spain on the coast dick

Don't ever say my $#&@ing music sound like Ghost %#@!
Born alone stood strong for half a fifty
Vocal reminiscing of a kid that hold a semi

Old and sweaty mother$#&@er %#@! the bed
They crying in the corner while there shorty give me head
Yeah ice sculptures Venezuelan white vultures

Chinese wizardry long capes
Old grapes in the glasses she suck me while I'm flaccid
Every summer catch me grilling steaks by Lake Placid

Dabbled in plastic don't ever babble or get blasted
(*##$es $$# to $$# double !@(*s made of plastic
Remain classic with all this flash inside the pan %#@!

Like Jr. Griffey smashing homers never land (*##$
Damn we never land (*##$
Yeah we never land (*##$

Kinda high never land (*##$
But you can see me in lamh
Damn


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