Action Bronson - The Madness [Lyrics] video free download

Album: Dr. Lecter (2011)

Genre: East Coast Hip-Hop

LYRICS

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

Gettin' twisted almost every night

My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White

I'm not the married 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 tryna 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 lightnin' in space

The ice sculptures on the table goin' nice with the plates of grapes

This is madness, certified madness

Rappin' like a bandit, servin' my advantage

Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas

Marijuana leaves are gettin' wrapped just like a bandage

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 cheese plate

Bronsolin' the name is ringin' out in each state

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

My feet slide just like a hockey player

Eatin' yakitori, gettin' hammered in the sake lair

Sucky sucky, happy endin' shower

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

Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands

My rollin' skills is undefeated yo you'll never win

I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence

Polo fitted with a leather grip

This is madness, certified madness

Rappin' like a bandit, servin' my advantage

Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas

Marijuana leaves are gettin' wrapped just like a bandage

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 livin' reckless, smokin' all day just like the brisket

My bid is golden wrapped just like a biscuit

Everyday I'm thinkin' "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 fuckin' 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'ma 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 havin' though I hate my baby mama

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

Watch the tyrant steady planning a plot on your man

My eyes are open like an owl though

Animosity, tryna 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 hoe

Egyptian fixtures, fatties by the Colosseum

Guns from Russia, I turn 'em to a ballerina

Cop the work then they baggin' coke

Transportin' 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 a rugby shoulder

I'm top doggin' if I'm lyin' may they slump me over

Bronsolinio

Queens

Flushin'

Outdoorsmen

Y'already know

It's over