[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
Introducin’, it’s Bronsonliño
With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino
Three Japanese dykes in my El Camino (Haha)
Lettin’ trees blow, oh, I rep the East Coast
I got a team of hoes like Pat Summitt
I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black Hummer
(Get to the chopper)
I splash summer like a fast brother, with a number on his back
Ain’t no fumblin’, in fact, I’m back, acid in my hat
Shoot, then pass the gat
It’s at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag (Bag)
My new shorty got a gymnastic back
’87 emerald green on a classic jag, uh
She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef’s salad (Okay)
She had the club foot (What else?), with that little arm (Hahaha)
I couldn’t help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm
I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on, it’s me
[Outro: Action Bronson]
Suck my motherfucking dick
It’s the young Randy Velarde
Queens, baby
Blow me
Why do you care? Nerd.