Action Bronson - Scandinavian Detours lyrics

[Verse 1: Da$H] Stash the ends, crash the black Benz for a distraction Extract the package, k**ing a gator in a lake that's Placid Skin it for jackets, made to bait an actress I'm everything you lacking, my reputation ma**ive Avoid the capture and escape arrest, got cave drawings on my flesh Had a dinner date with d**h, so I Light up the cess and then transform into a fighter jet Decepticon, I'm selling strippers out in Lebanon Stare at the moon and then I said a song The wind was calm, the trees was palm, reefer strong Speak in psalms, I move the beef brisket with the tongs Never chopsticks, goth b**h blowing co*k in a Drop 6 You ask a n***a how I got this, I never answer the question A science blessed him in applied selection With a young king, butler named Ludwig Your mother bedroom is where I puff cigs, you f**ing know [Verse 2: Action Bronson] You know how my story go, your mouth's a glory hole The man who made my outfit's name is Gregorio Damn, I want some Oreo's, riding through Astoria I can tell you're tushy from directly through your cornea You'll get wiped, s** the knife like a dick head Blood all over my old baseball cards by my kid's bed Double park, make a sale inside the Modell's "Bronson, I only got twelve" baby, oh well sh**, I had the jacket with the thing I order two wings, Jamaican colored Ewings The can of coke got us into Six Flags sh**, I always knew that I'd be rich, Dad f** 'em, never need 'em, never trust 'em From first glance I'm looking Russian Second glance I'm looking dusted From third glance I'm quite disgusting, call me Justin