Action Bronson - The Madness lyrics

[Verse 1:] Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life Getting twisted almost every night My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White I'm not the marry type I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons To the great, soon to see me right on Madison Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins I tout the tacky sh** I'm like a wild Iraqi Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face I'm out the world just like a lightning in space The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes [Hook:] This is madness, certified madness sponsored links Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage [Verse 2:] f** the love, I want the money and the p**y Brazilian b**hes, names tatted on their tushie You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, f** shrimp We eat steak, wine and chees plate Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate My feet slide just like a hockey player Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair s**y s**y, happy ending shower Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands My rolling sk**s is undefeated yo you'll never win I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence Polo fitted with a leather grip [Hook:] This is madness, certified madness Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage [Verse 3:] I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening who*e Hop in the whip and go for breakfast Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix I'll feed her coke for a dick s** Put a f**ing roman candle up in this b**h bu*t Now it's on the computer, got the p**y moister than Bermuda Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her (Yeah damn, yo f** yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? f**) This sh** is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars Or the s** that I be having though I hate my baby mama It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man My eyes are open like an owl though Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough But if I die before the hour go Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina Cop the work then they bagging coke Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go Master flow word now so I got cash to blow When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over