The Madness

Action Bronson

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    [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

    [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

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