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letra de 9-24-11 - action bronson

[intro: action bronson]
[coughing]
smoking f-cking 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 truckin’, searching all the nooks and
crannies
no english m-ffin, streets are filled with crooks and
trannies
bam bam got a shooter like lag-ssee
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 r-t-rd 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 b-tches ask me questions that
rhetorical
like “do you want to have s-x? “, well b-tch, 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 d-ck is placed in the slit no type of conversation
and prime rib from lafrieda carved at the babababa
f-ck, f-cked my last word up cause i don’t give a sh-t
man
i meant to say prime rib carved at the f-cking 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 c-cked sucked
plus she wearing a wedding dress a special day
she said she finally met a… f-ck

yo my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up
in an alley with a fiend getting his c-cked 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 within running deeper than the ocean floor
bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh yo

pain within 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 sh-t i think i’ll 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 sh-t 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 b-tch
slice their face like katana and sh-t
through my nasal blow the smoke
basil on the boat
hookers on the half sh-ll, 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!

- action bronson

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