Accoutrements - The Alchemist, Action Bronson

Boy

Need some paper?

A pencil?

Shuck the oysters

Get the little mignette

Get the mignonette

Fil-ee, filet mignon

Ain’t that a bitch?

Uh, fuck, yo

Tilt the goblet, steerin' in the middle of the cockpit

Spanish bitch displayed up with some ostrich

Quinceañera freak dancin'

Grand Hills laced up with the X, Helly Hansen

Foggy night, hustle 'til the sun up, stumble in synonymous

Fuck around, found your leg by the Gowanus bridge

Over do it, send your penis to your mama crib

That’s what happens when you open your vagina lips

Only focused on the mergers and acquisitions

Commas on the counts, robbin' 'em like Yount

Well you don’t want no problems, I got the opera lungs

Andrea Bocelli hit the telly, lift my belly

Carve up the boneless stakers

Baby, there’s no mistakin'

My life is extra credit, sophisticated palate

Sweet, sour, salty, spicy, and umami

We eatin' oysters off of diamonds in Hawaii

With three— that play ball for the Liberty

Finish my second joint, I’m lightin' up the trilogy

Like E. Honda when he fuckin' up the Lexus

Luger arms, baby it’s all about accoutrements, yeah

Money, chap, I lost my everything

Got nothing left so I pity

I am, everybody’s nobody all night long

Holy shit

You guys did a beautiful job

May I ask if we could have another number?

It seems like something that should be played

You guys good?