Action Bronson – 9-24-11 lyrics

Coughing*Smoking*
f gay***thanksgiving turkey bags man Surgical
procedures Ben
Johnson You
already know Smoke

and drinking liquor for the fam that left us too soon Just
keep it truckin' searching, all the nooks and crannies No
english muffin streets, are filled with crooks and trannies Bam
bam got a shooter like Lagassee Emerald
green paper that I split up with my posse One
hand driving 3, gram smoking 2
fiend sucking tea, bag soaking Strength
of a retard the drugs are even stronger Shorty
loved the mange tout dealer, bring a quarter through Over
fishing make the snapper less affordable I
hate when stupid b s*****ask me questions that rhetorical Like
"do you want to have sex "?well, b h***it's, obvious Her
name was Jeta from the former Yugoslavia She
grew a bush like a baby plant Still
I ate just, think of it as bucatini razor clams Smuggle
cheeses in a baby bag And
then I serve at a private tasting I
got no time for wasting Just
d k**is placed in the slit no type of conversation And
prime rib from Lafrieda carved at the babababa F
k**f, d****my last word up cause I don't give a s titman I
meant to say prime rib carved at the f gay***carving station but yo Yo

my mind is locked up my, conscious rocked up In
an alley with a fiend getting his cocked sucked Plus
she wearing a wedding dress a special day She
said she finally met a F... k**Yo

my mind is locked up my, conscious rocked up In
an alley with a fiend getting his cocked sucked And
she wearing a wedding dress a special day She
said she finally met a man to take her breath away Well
naturally I'm jealous because, I'm lonely At
times my only friends are drugs and the cannoli My
dad was right I shoulda listened when he told me A
walking contradiction wounds inflicted on me solely Pain
within running deeper than the ocean floor Bluh
bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh yo Pain

within running deeper than the ocean floor Ocean
avenue the, family straight from Kosovo That
was years ago mum look how your son has bloomed I
hum a tune and then I'm hotter than the sun in june And
I'm just living my life but feel I'm drifting Demons
on the doorstep lungs, that feel constricted Or
maybe I should see a shrink and get prescripted Or
take the hand of God but s titI think I'll keep my distance I
think I'm frightened and I didn't even know it But
yo that, was a thought and I'm subconsciously a poet This
s titis perfect timing and I hope that I don't blow it I
pop the bottle of the moet you hears from me Unknown

*rapper shout outs Late*

night I'm trying to stay out of the orez skips Great?
white sharks the, 38 with tarnished tips 27
years I never met an honest b h***Slice
their face like Katana and s titThrough
my nasal blow the smoke Basil
on the boat Ers
on the half shell hundred, dollar pants Wind
breaker jacket flapping like a falcon from a westward wind Play
the kitchen like a mexican next, of kin Patrick
Swayze We... out