Action Bronson, Party Supplies - Steve Wynn lyrics

Jungle Rule - can't be no fool
Jungle Rule - can't be no fool
(I needed a little taste to that)

Twisting joints like a contortionist
Laid in the Porsche my father driving
Days been sunny since I started rhyming
No denying me I'm known to keep
A fresh foot like podiatry nobody high as me
Green Timbs, in Vegas I'm like Steve Wynn
At the same time, fellatio from three twins
Those are triplets I've been wilding
Since the Rabbi snipped it
Then they laughed, and ate brisket, fuck!
On my behalf, he had a meeting at the Neptune
Had little daddy hide the
Heater in the restroom
Guns drawn like my bath by my lady friend
Mesothelioma money: drop Mercedes-Benz
And I ain't never left
You know I'm still here
Spit the shit to bring a
Cripple out the wheelchair
Bite a bitch like George Whipple
In the stair case
Long as she got big nipples and a tan face

Jungle Rule - can't be no fool
(yeah, you're in the concrete right now)
Devil is on the loose, no coop

Foul living like Sandusky and Paterno
I've been husky
Motherfuckers couldn't touch me
'Lo rugby with an Asian model so ugly
Celebration 1987, no bubbly
Facially, I'm like a young John Kennedy
More obscenity EBT in Genovese
Go to Ock, get 70 for 100
I want the 75 from Ocky but he fronted
Take the money, cop 5
Dimes, 2 chicken sandwiches, 9 limes
For the Canada Dry pose for
The cameras by the banister, "Hi"
In the summer
Rock the vest set – Salmon Kani
Flex the three-quarter cream Fi's
We some esteemed Gs steamed
Red snapper – Vietnamese
Catch a case, get a Jewish lawyer
Beat it with cheese
Fuck the beef cause it don't go together
Read em and weep
It's very easy, make you disappear now, kid
Make your paper
But you need to stay grounded
Eyes wide like a chick that got
The dick in the butt
We're out here, trying to
Get the money, baby, live it up

Talk about me if you please
But I must be Hercules hercules
I must be Hercules!