Chuck Person Lyrics - Dr. Lecter - Action Bronson

And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you. 

It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill. 

And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him. 

Yo 

Time on my hands 

Running fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee 

Hit the Jackie Rob 

Cop the Hershey 

Spark the bark for the ride back to the Galaxy 

Back, back, down, forward, kick 

That's a fatality 

For Liu Kang, turn to a dragon then a raven 

Ain't no professor that can fuck with this verbatim 

Your style is prenatal 

I got the hand that rock the cradle 

Fully auto mac under the table 

Jewish platters, kreplach soups and sable 

If you ain't stable, don't hang around cause I enable 

Drug use, dick sucks from a fiend 

Rib eye steaks that still on a bone 

Me and my team shine 

Like hologram fishscale right off the Greek coast 

Toast to greats with bubbles 

Three states, three cases, no traces 

I'm the ace to shovels 

So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!) 

Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong 

Where you think you're gonna run to when the tears gone 

And reality set just like the sun do 

Ain't trying to have my babies raised up in the slum, true! 

C'mon, you son of a bitch. 

Damn, he's slick. 

No love for snitch niggas trying to serenade the precinct 

Singing about granulated onions that ain't used for seasoning 

My mind is off, this life gave me a different type of reasoning 

I'm so New York that I could rep it from a different region 

Slay heffers, Ottomanelli's got 'em in telly's 

We eat good, Turkish cuisine, Ottoman belly's 

We sit in whips and our whips sit on Pirelli's 

While we're getting dick sucks, my whole team is Akinyele's 

Put in their mouth, let 'em give 'em second chances 

I'm known for finger banging bitches giving table dances 

Open my flip book, see me posted in the sickest stances 

Glorious garments, you could get some style by taking glances 

Red snapper, taken apart, put back together 

Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!) 

Same routine, another day, a new endeavor 

I usually rock a power piece under a Polo leather 

I write left, think right, need the box tight 

Mind blowing dome cause I always eat the box right 

Make believers out of haters, haters out of homies 

Bring my fam to the top so I ain't lonely 

I'm with the team, cuisine like we celebrating 

Contemplate the takeover when we delegating 

Get it shaking like a dancer at Perfections 

Catch us in a European coupe, it's never rented, kid 

Been getting it, circle full of amateurs 

See great rappers smoking seeded up canna 

Fucking embarrassment, we cooler than a Vick's rub 

You the type to trick it all night at a strip club 

I'm the type to bag a stripper out front 

Take her back, line a twenty up and get my shit sucked (Yeah!) 

That's what you do when you flyer than Goldblum 

Purple label loafers, paying homage to the old school 

I'm from Brooklyn, the reason why I walk with a bop 

Same reason I don't fuck with the cops 

My borough is thorough, if any nigga try to tell me it's not 

I'll leave his face bloodied up, all covered in knots 

We break bread at the table with made niggas and sip wine 

And graduate from little niggas, now we living big time 

I'm in a state of mind like Nas in his prime 

That real New York talk, home of gritty and grime 

Check it, I got the cleanup, Bronsonelli's batting leadoff 

Your mother's mouth is the place where I drop my seeds off 

Hop in the Lamborghini, middle finger speed off 

D's are getting P'd off, they're present, drop the weed off 

I'm like a cross between Stoudemire and Carmelo 

Half these New York whack rappers are soft as Jell-O 

Since a little nigga, always been a fly fellow 

Went from dark brown skin into a high yellow 

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