Action Bronson - The Madness Lyrics
[Verse 1:]Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast lifeGetting twisted almost every nightMy mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry WhiteI'm not the marry typeI make acidic vinegar to get the candy tightI'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisonsTo the great, soon to see me right on MadisonBally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sinsI tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild IraqiOutdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulderHold the rifle in place, knife in your faceI'm out the world just like a lightning in spaceThe ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes[Hook:]This is madness, certified madnessRapping like a bandit, serving my advantageSinglehandedly slam you to the canvasMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage[Verse 2:]***** the love, I want the money and the *****Brazilian *****es, names tatted on their tushieYou're a man dressed as a woman, call him TootsieI'm the corner with a hooker playing footsiePhone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, ***** shrimpWe eat steak, wine and chees plateBronson [?] the name is ringing out in each statePlay it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fateMy feet slide just like a hockey playerEating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lairSucky sucky, happy ending showerWifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hourCrush the sour, dutches from the NetherlandsMy rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never winI bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolencePolo fitted with a leather grip[Hook:]This is madness, certified madnessRapping like a bandit, serving my advantageSinglehandedly slam you to the canvasMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage[Verse 3:]I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake upTwisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whoreHop in the whip and go for breakfastFried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of TexasDamn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisketMy beard is golden brown just like a biscuitEveryday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statisticsOr use the breast milk to eat my CrispixI'll feed her coke for a dick suckPut a *****ing roman candle up in this ***** buttNow it's on the computer, got the ***** moister than BermudaPop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her(Yeah damn, yo ***** yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? *****)This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollarsOr the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mamaIt's always drama, she got too much time on her handsWatching Tyra steady planning a plot on your manMy eyes are open like an owl thoughAnimosity, trying to get the paper, sour doughBut if I die before the hour goJust place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh hoEgyptian fixtures, by the coliseumGuns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerinaCop the work then they bagging cokeTransporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco RoadTo the knee or to the ankle where the jacket goMaster flow word now so I got cash to blowWhen I'm older leather on puppy shoulderI'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over
