Action Bronson and Party Supplies - 9-24-2011 Lyrics
Action Bronson Into*coughing*Smoking *****ing thanksgiving turkey bags manSurgical proceduresBen JohnsonYou already know[Verse 1: Action Bronson]Sign my name with the feather, tap dance under the full moonSmoke and drinking liquor for the fam that left us too soonJust keep it truckin', searching all the nooks and cranniesNo english muffin, streets are filled with crooks and tranniesBam bam got a shooter like LagasseeEmerald green paper that I split up with my posseOne hand driving, 3 gram smoking2 fiend sucking, tea bag soakingStrength of a retard the drugs are even strongerShorty loved the mange tout, dealer bring a quarter throughOver fishing make the snapper less affordableI hate when stupid *****es ask me questions that rhetoricalLike "do you want to have sex?", well *****, it's obviousHer name was Jeta from the former YugoslaviaShe grew a bush like a baby plantStill I ate, just think of it as bucatini razor clamsSmuggle cheeses in a baby bagAnd then I serve at a private tastingI got no time for wastingJust dick is placed in the slit no type of conversationAnd prime rib from LaFrieda carved at the babababa*****, *****ed my last word up cause I don't give a shit manI 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 upIn an alley with a fiend getting his *****ed suckedPlus she wearing a wedding dress a special dayShe said she finally met a… *****Yo my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked upIn an alley with a fiend getting his *****ed suckedAnd she wearing a wedding dress a special dayShe said she finally met a man to take her breath awayWell naturally I'm jealous, because I'm lonelyAt times my only friends in life are drugs and the cannoliMy dad was right I shoulda listened when he told meA walking contradiction wounds inflicted on me solelyPain within running deeper than the ocean floorBluh bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh yoPain within running deeper than the ocean floorOcean avenue, the family straight from KosovoThat was years ago mum look how your son has bloomedI hum a tune and then I'm hotter than the sun in juneAnd I'm just living my life but feel I'm driftingDemons on the doorstep, lungs that feel constrictedOr maybe I should see a shrink and get prescriptedOr take the hand of God but shit I think ill keep my distanceI think I'm frightened and I didn't even know itBut yo, that was a thought and I'm subconsciously a poetThis shit is perfect timing and I hope that I don't blow itI pop the bottle of the moet, yo, heres to 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 tips27 years I never met an honest *****Slice their face like Kitana and shitThrough my nasal blow the smokeBasil on the boatHookers on the half shell, hundred dollar pantsWind breaker jacket flapping like a falcon from a westward windPlay the kitchen like a mexican, next of kinPatrick Swayze… We out!
