Jordan vs. Bird (feat. Maffew Ragazino) - Action Bronson

Ragazino, Bronsolino

Slangtriloquist shit

We’re pulling strings over here

You nigga’s puppets with hands up your ass

You faggots

Let’s do it

It’s Senior

The face of the brown noser

Reeks with a foul odor

Rat poison on your tongue

If you mouth more than a Balboa

Crown holder in Calcutta and Serbia

Persian murderers, schizophrenia, Disturbia

Douse niggas in Bourbon, set 'em ablaze

If I ain’t on the cover

Fuck a write-up on the 98th page

Rhyme Pays more than Philip Morris

Heir to the throne is set in stone

Rigor mortis

I want the type of shit you see in the movies

Two big, bad bitches blowing me in Jacuzzi’s

Til my dicky is soft

Dutch Master with the fifty a cough

Won’t stop til I shit in a loft

I’ve been shifting the sport

Going to court, smelling of drug

Lie like a rug, fly like a dove

To the highest above

Choose my weapon wisely

9 or the snub

Double headed eagle emblem make a smile on my mug

200 for the phones

Put the same price on your bones

Step in the Red Zone

They’re bringing your head home

I bring the turkey bacon and bread home

My Old Lady do the dishes

City on my back, Lithuanian weightlifters

Wolf in sheep cloth, chameleon, shape-shifter

Arctic monkey’s and apes, nigga

Gorillas in the concrete jungle

Tree branch bundles

Xanax tabs and coconut truffles (uh!)

You get laced up just like my bitch’s drawers

I’m smoking on the sycamore

I’m looking like a Grizzly

So these muthafuckas hit the floor

And play dead

But that don’t work because I’m smarter

And plus you see the jacket, New York Knickerbocker Starter

Dutch guts, you see 'em flying

Out the window of the whip

Cause I smoke it while I’m driving

And the pigs ain’t doing shit

Same time I’m getting top from bitch with piercing on the lip

And piercing on the tit and piercing on the clit

Bird’s eye view, goose necking

She spread eagle

Hotel Rwanda, $ 40 stay

Blacker than Don Cheadle

Daredevil, Evel Knievel

Empire State

With no parachute, took a leap of faith (uhhh!)

I’m off the roof when I’m off the juice

Fuck a truce, I got the juice

Nigga, you’re Posdnuos, ha ha!

I rather Plug Two like Trugoy

True Blues in gargoyle shorts made of corduroy

Lay my nuts right on your face

How do they taste?

I haven’t showered

Smoking on the flower

Leather jacket, Eddie Bauer

Stuffing up some chicken

Let it roast about an hour

Take it out and carve it up

I’m on the west wing of the tower

From the land of Flushing

Ducks hang in the window

Cruise around for hours

Blowing smoke right out the rental

Flow is presidential

Hoes are on a pencil

Never sketchy with my picture

Giving Gills, call me Kendall

(whoa!)

Haha, that was oh so fucking spectacular

That was like, the alley at the end of the movie

From Wesley to Woody, hehehe

These muthafuckas ain’t even know White Men Can Jump

Hahahaha

Jordan vs. Bird!

Yeah!

Queens!

Brownsville!

Don’t try that at home, children