Brunch Lyrics - Dr. Lecter - Action Bronson

[Intro/Hook:] 

{Know you broke my heart woman} 

{When you said goodbye to me} 

You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North 

Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house 

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[Action Bronson:] 

Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron 

X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon 

And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees 

On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies 

I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel 

Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells 

No more childs play kid you with the big boys 

Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce 

My family's hating that I rhyme with fury 

Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases 

That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry 

Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry 

Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard 

You ain't never in the limelight, undercard 

Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod 

Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer 

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[Hook] 

[Action Bronson:] 

The second stanza even deadly than the first 

From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth 

That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization 

I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from 

My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade 

He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade 

First day class, the Agassis are black and white 

My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe 

Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser 

Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza 

I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy 

Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere 

My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up 

Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up 

Just a taste of the life like a September call up 

Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up 

Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung 

Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run 

Praise the son that can stand on his own two 

Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew 

[Chrous}