The Madness Lyrics - Dr. Lecter - Action Bronson

[Verse 1:] 

Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life 

Getting twisted almost every night 

My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White 

I'm not the marry type 

I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight 

I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons 

To the great, soon to see me right on Madison 

Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins 

I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi 

Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder 

Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face 

I'm out the world just like a lightning in space 

The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes 

[Hook:] 

This is madness, certified madness 

Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage 

Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas 

Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage 

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[Verse 2:] 

Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy 

Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie 

You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie 

I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie 

Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp 

We eat steak, wine and chees plate 

Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state 

Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate 

My feet slide just like a hockey player 

Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair 

Sucky sucky, happy ending shower 

Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour 

Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands 

My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win 

I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence 

Polo fitted with a leather grip 

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[Hook:] 

This is madness, certified madness 

Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage 

Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas 

Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage 

[Verse 3:] 

I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up 

Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore 

Hop in the whip and go for breakfast 

Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas 

Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket 

My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit 

Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics 

Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix 

I'll feed her coke for a dick suck 

Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt 

Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda 

Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her 

(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck) 

This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars 

Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama 

It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands 

Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man 

My eyes are open like an owl though 

Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough 

But if I die before the hour go 

Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho 

Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum 

Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina 

Cop the work then they bagging coke 

Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road 

To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go 

Master flow word now so I got cash to blow 

When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder 

I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over