Jar of Drugs - Action Bronson

Bronsolino… no

Straight from the galaxy

Drug abusin'

La musica de Harry Fraud

I got the jar full of drugs

Fridge is filled with snapple

Southern coast of France

Tart fennel with the apple

The feet are purple cause I’m stepping on the grapes

Consensual the rape

I got the presence of the greats

We grip grains

Switch lanes

Been fucking since the fifth grade

I never rock the ring or necklace with a bitch name

A thick frame

Flawless victory my dick game

Is Mortal Kombat, you still a shorty shit stain

My drug, blood, beauty, origami cranes

Perfection like an Asian’s math

Neat like an Irish drink

You know that Bronson like a swimmer cause I dive in pink

You sooner see me out in Africa with tiger mink

We make your father curtsy

Cut off his manhood

Come through in Beamers

Interior leather tan wood

The shoes are suede

Off the reservation — redfoot

These stripper bitches in my bed

They give me head good

This is blood sport

Kick boxer, double impact

Kick it like a Van Damme foot

You get your shit cracked

I’m out for justice

Above the law and hard to kill

G-g-guard your grill

Catch me hoppin' out the hard De Ville

Hammers are pointing my direction to the top

The loafers show off my ankle

Getting shifty in the drop

Kid, twist up the pot

Through my nostrils to the atmosphere

No middle man

You deal directly with the captain here

«You still suckin' it.

When your brother was around town suckin' dicks,

just the same… you shouldn’t talk so tough.»

«My brother was here, you wouldn’t talk so tough like that.»

«Yeah, well he’s not here.

You know why he’s not here?»

«Why?»

«Cause he’s a chickenshit fuckin' pussy asshole!»