Action Bronson - Sylvester Lundgren lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1 - Action Bronson]

Cash off the top, cash off the top

Play with my money motherfucker get shot

Weed from the dread that I roll in the fanta

Cover on my dick so I won't catch the monster

I don't even know myself, I'm twisted

This exquisite shit that flip when I rip it

???, right hand quicker than Riddick's

Safe to say that I'm the shit here

Red suede shoes, a holiday in Arizona

Cocaine nines, open up the abalone

Smoke the macaroni, eat the cannelloni

Put the cameras on me, take the cameras off me

Motherfucker raise your hand when you speak

Act wild this .45 is gettin' jammed in your cheek

Play the hotel room with bitches tossin' my butt

Layin' back chillin' blowin' a blunt

Motherfucker you

[Verse 2 - Meyham Lauren]

Play them soundblocks, tinted ??? no gimmick

Game of life is trifling, through the good advice I'm 'bout to win it

Fuck a rap but I still run around the map and still get it

Let a nigga violate her make a visor out his fitted

Shoebox spinach ??? blocks finished, my life is real

??? clocking currency but on the stage we hyper still

I spit for New York where we rep a different type of skill

But all from plan to kill while listenin' to Cypress Hill

My life is ill infections, get spread through incisions

Conquer and divide when we ride, peace to division

Shinin' when I'm rhymin' my slang fuck up your vision

Missiles leave you layin' missionary if I'm on a mission

That's all precision, precise moves change of position

Never snitchin', define ??? inquisition

My team's about to run the world and that's a true prediction

Another day, another dollar, and a new affliction

[Verse 3]

You know you picked the wrong niggas to fuck with, you punk bitch

Tyson uppercuts, Bruce Lee front kicks

I'm Dexter with the blood splatter

Have you shakin' in the back seat with JFK, covered in brain matter

Everything I talk I walk

Crib lookin' like a blackboard, oh shit, flooded with white chalk

Heartbeat racin' fast, when I chase yo ass

With a Jason mask, pussy boy wave the flag

Life ain't savin' that, family draped in black

Visit your maker, now you can't make it back

One-way ticket to the fire and brimstone

My mental's locked up but my physical been home

Question our God ask him what do I sin for

He said I do wrong cause Eve is my kinfolk

Bloodline of a disobedient

Mixed with the heart of a butcher, make the coroner ingredients