Slaine, ILL BILL, Action Bronson - Offensive Lines lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Slaine, ILL BILL, Action Bronson - Offensive Lines lyrics]
Come on, with me
They say this story is a myth and
They bore my with they if's
They can never understand me, notorious is is
A fighter fallen deep into the warriors abyss
I got a mixed up past, it warrants me to flip
I got my dick sucked fast
In the sixth grade from a bitch
With a switchblade who used to twist up grass
She never learned nothing cuz'
The bitch cut class
I never learned nothing either
But puffin reefer and stuffing beaver
I grew into a sick fuck fast
An unstable addle my dumb neighbors taddle
Cops knocking on the door
I do my thing no hassle
I'm saying I ain't playing
I am the king of this castle
The casa of the asshole
The cash when you passcode
You little local rappers back off
I'm international stamps in my passport
Billboards in Moscow
Phone ringing off the hook
I can't answer it, not now
Come on, with me
So they told me
They never disown me and I believed it
The gold oakley lenses
Reflecin' and deceivin'
Chicken shit, fucking pussy, asshole
If not for me
You wouldn't even have a cash flow
Never held a gun but you blast though
Haha stupid i'm in there getting money
You in there playing cupid
I'm coming through in a coupe
Without the roof in
Bitch by my side with the
Ass strictly for boofing
Enough of that though
Never judge a book off a first look
Just a cook off the first tote
If it's right then you sell it
Get a good boat and if ya lucky
Get a shorty with a wood throat
No yeast, you fucking with the three beasts
Deca Durabolin shooting three CC's
Get off the wenis, make her kiss the rim
Sour intravenous, piss away the sin
Come on, with me
Yo, they say this story is a myth
But I'm gloriously sick, Ill Bill
I'm like a walking emporium of piff
I abacinate
Poke you in the cornea with spliffs
I assassinate
Smoke you and your shorty with the fifth
I will lacerate
Cut you up and throw you in the car trunk
Ask who's great, you could be the last
Thing these maggots taste
Tie your feet and hands with tape
Dead rats stuffed up in ya' mouth
Lock you in the casket, now you can't escape
Homie you a bitch, throw you in the ditch
Smother you in dirt, with the worms
Now you don't exist
Murder is my favorite thing, body everything
Pull out the chopper like Harley
Davidson and start spraying things
We La Coka Nostra, gun jam
Beat you with the broken toaster
Leave you in the dumpster in
The back of Roll-N-Roaster
On Emmons Avenue, splatter you, having you
Crying to Zeus like Olivia New, xanadu
Come on, with me, set your self free
Let the music take you away
They say this story is a myth and
They bore my with they if's
They can never understand me, notorious is is
A fighter fallen deep into the warriors abyss
I got a mixed up past, it warrants me to flip
I got my dick sucked fast
In the sixth grade from a bitch
With a switchblade who used to twist up grass
She never learned nothing cuz'
The bitch cut class
I never learned nothing either
But puffin reefer and stuffing beaver
I grew into a sick fuck fast
An unstable addle my dumb neighbors taddle
Cops knocking on the door
I do my thing no hassle
I'm saying I ain't playing
I am the king of this castle
The casa of the asshole
The cash when you passcode
You little local rappers back off
I'm international stamps in my passport
Billboards in Moscow
Phone ringing off the hook
I can't answer it, not now
Come on, with me
So they told me
They never disown me and I believed it
The gold oakley lenses
Reflecin' and deceivin'
Chicken shit, fucking pussy, asshole
If not for me
You wouldn't even have a cash flow
Never held a gun but you blast though
Haha stupid i'm in there getting money
You in there playing cupid
I'm coming through in a coupe
Without the roof in
Bitch by my side with the
Ass strictly for boofing
Enough of that though
Never judge a book off a first look
Just a cook off the first tote
If it's right then you sell it
Get a good boat and if ya lucky
Get a shorty with a wood throat
No yeast, you fucking with the three beasts
Deca Durabolin shooting three CC's
Get off the wenis, make her kiss the rim
Sour intravenous, piss away the sin
Come on, with me
Yo, they say this story is a myth
But I'm gloriously sick, Ill Bill
I'm like a walking emporium of piff
I abacinate
Poke you in the cornea with spliffs
I assassinate
Smoke you and your shorty with the fifth
I will lacerate
Cut you up and throw you in the car trunk
Ask who's great, you could be the last
Thing these maggots taste
Tie your feet and hands with tape
Dead rats stuffed up in ya' mouth
Lock you in the casket, now you can't escape
Homie you a bitch, throw you in the ditch
Smother you in dirt, with the worms
Now you don't exist
Murder is my favorite thing, body everything
Pull out the chopper like Harley
Davidson and start spraying things
We La Coka Nostra, gun jam
Beat you with the broken toaster
Leave you in the dumpster in
The back of Roll-N-Roaster
On Emmons Avenue, splatter you, having you
Crying to Zeus like Olivia New, xanadu
Come on, with me, set your self free
Let the music take you away