Buddy Guy Lyrics - Dr. Lecter - Action Bronson

Uhh, yeah 

Yeah, yeah 

Bronsolinio, yeah 

Aiyyo 

Stoned on the stoop, got the box pumpin' Billy Joel 

I'm Mickey Mantle while you motherfuckers semi-pro 

Neck to colon how a slice from the machete go 

Shoot your gun and throw confetti cause I'm ready ho! 

Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm a stand-up 

Call me the teacher, wanna talk just put your hands up 

We eat the lamb, duck, goose, beef or chicken 

Two seater shiftin' with the smooth Cedar Strippin' 

My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fire 

Golden sound, blow the town, 'lo attire 

Brown haze leather swampy like the Everglades 

I'll switch a style so that I'm ready when the era change 

First pressed virgin oil from the Greek Border 

Spit the shit that have me laid up with the sheik's daughter 

Three quarter on the Bally jacket to the knee 

Lights flashin' when I'm rappin', tappin' tree 

That smoke lingers son it shine through the curtain 

Cracked pepper motherfucker I'm a grinder for certain 

So never in your life come with scared business here 

Fuck around never found bitch, disappear 

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Time after time I'm a winner 

Seasoned in the barrel, harvest in the winter 

Far from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the denim 

Twisted off of Manischewitz, Harlem in a rental 

The hash candidate, kindly gorgeous 

360 is the ways and the caesar's huggin' knotty flosses 

Never stop until we hoppin out of grimey Porsches 

One night shorty needin' over 9 abortions 

I'm the whole shit, one you wanna roll with 

When in canoe waving the ganja like a glow stick 

Number one, numero uno with the flow shit 

Your style is tired and limp just like an old dick 

Bitch 

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Roman sculptures, all of my students hold a diploma 

Straight to the back, garage door, behold the Lotus 

Finest tuna right out the sea straight off the boat this 

Hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a toga 

Bronsonelli chef de cuisine I flex the two seam 

Inject the vein with marijuana I'm a true fiend 

Up-to-the-minute, all the weapons we invented 

That's hidden inside the rented, the window tinted ten the percentage 

Sacrificin' the lamb for the nutrition 

"Criminology 101" hard cover, newest edition 

Nuclear fission is heavy weighty top the division 

Lots of provisions collosal status stoppin' collisions 

Too beaucoup, fresher than a lake trout 

Barbecue the venison, pair it with a great stout 

Peace I'm out kid, a motherfucker pace out 

Every time I take that motherfuckin' weapon from my waist out