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I'm like a young Bill Kazmaier, swollen from the juice
Primobolan in my hemoglobin, chiefing on the spruce
Rocking all white silk shorts that stop at the knee
Stay saucy like the pasta with the broccoli, who's stopping me?
You gotta be outta your mind, I'm an anomaly
Salt and pepper beard, distinguished look, just like I'm Connery
Escape the rock, see me rolling through the furnace
If I make it to the top, it's cause this motherfucker earned it
Well since I'm hot, straight polenta from the pot
On some Bad Lieutenant shit, show me how you suck a cock
Hopping out the '97 Cadillac, the elegance
Pocket full of mozza, catch me fucking with some lesbians
Man, fuck that, Bronson
Don't even say nothing to these fuckers, man
You already know what time it is, man
We fuck around and fuck their fathers up
I love trophies just like Calogero from Flushing out to Kosovo
My family pedigree, picnics with Berettas
Fila's on the slippers, windbreaker pants and sweaters
Very clever, ancient bloodlines getting cheddar
Cobblestone the streets, shifting manual in Benzes
Neighbor with the hoja, him and on the shit, offend
So we gather up the lamb, he sacrifice it properly
Stuff and twist the cabbage leaves, smoke exotically
Control the whip with one hand, listen to Hendrix
Loaded.45 chrome tucked by the appendix
Every sentence like the Machu Picchu descendants
When I rhyme, I'm always on time, perfect attendance
I'm living splendid, blowing sticky in the rented
The olive oil virgin first press, it's never blended, kid
I'm straight raw like carpaccio
I'm just a heartthrob that's straight
Off the screen just like DiCaprio
"Fuck your feedback, respect the mustache"
"You're like a forty dollar holla from Guadalajara"
"Respect the mustache, motherfuckers ain't promised tomorrow"
Roll the drugs just like I'm Morimoto
Hold my nuts in my hand, that's when I pose for photo
Doggy, I'm often dolo cause I'm an only child
Plus, I love the silence, just me and my thoughts
One hand grip the hooptie wheel, soon to see me in the Coupe de Ville
Eating stupid veal, steady aim and shoot to kill
Walk with a cane but no, I'm not a pimp
Pinky in the air, martini glass is full of shrimp
Yeah, straight fucking fly shit
Shout out to my man Statik Selektah, Action Bronson
And shout out to your moms, man
They made me the fucking man I am today
And a real special shout out, man, to P.O. Garcia, man
Stop ringing my bell nine o'clock at night, man
You know I'm not in the crib
Big Body Bes, man, holla
"Fuck your feedback, respect the mustache"
"You're like a forty dollar holla from Guadalajara"