Action Bronson and Party Supplies - Ron Simmons Lyrics
[Verse 1]Gipsy Salami cheese is from the caveWild dandelion greens dressed up on the plateParmesan crisp, we wildin' in mareaDoing all the drugs off of Pico and LabreaPeace to Kings English, sticky green fingersRock fast Polaroids, *****es named DingaCunnilingus, Buddy Holly singingHash between my butt cheeks, hookers in the plush suiteWhole grain mustard, 12 grain breadMove cocaine out of Spokane, I got no shameSpit the propane, relive you of your gold chainGo to bed without even knowing the hoes nameHazelnut spread, banana on your breadTreat you like a shark, put the hammer on your headMock neck sweaters, I pack up on the threadsFat black leathers leave your body in the shedDamn[Hook]Ron SimmonsPeace to mother*****ing IcelandRon SimmonsRon SimmonsRon, Ron SimmonsRon Simmons[Verse 2]Damn, your *****ing with a pro kidNo triple A I went straight up to the show, kidWhile You can catch me out in Spain on the coast, dickDon't ever say my *****ing music sound like Ghost shitBorn alone, stood strong for half a fiftyVocal reminiscing of a kid that hold a semiOld and sweaty, mother*****er shit the bedThey crying in the corner while there shorty give me headYeah, ice sculptures, Venezuelan white vulturesChinese wizardry, long capesOld grapes in the glasses she suck me while I'm flaccidEvery summer catch me grilling steaks by Lake PlacidDabbled in plastic, don't ever babble or get blasted*****es ass to ass, double dildos made of plasticRemain classic with all this flash inside the pan shitLike Jr. Griffey smashing homers, never land *****Damn, we never land *****Yeah, we never land *****Kinda high, never land *****But you can see me in lambishDamn
