Party Supplies - Intercontinental Champion lyrics

[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo, pop, sniff confetti for the toast Dropkicks like Janetty off the ropes Mach 6 smoking heavy on the coast See me dip the law like vanilla in a cone Use caution cause if not, then you a goner Only talk business where we sitting in a sauna Ain't trying to be in prison, taking sh**s up in the corner Rikers Island know the water so it's all water Shoes native, rock a husky as a headdress Mind's sick so we need to be on bedrest You're favourite niece give me head s** She's a squirter, so the bed's wet You're gonna have to lay the towel down Retard sh**, cla** in the basement Free form jazz band, eat a p**y While she do a handstand, out in Flushing call me Bam-Bam Smoke good, stay chopped, Van Damme hand Damn, the b**h like Mrs. Schroeder Vinegar by the bed, that's for the vicious odor Vicodin from Minnesota, make her kiss the cobra Bottle service, snap my fingers, tell them bring it over "Ohhh but I don't even drink" Then shorty sipped the liquor, then I'll f** her on the sink Red mink to the ankle mat lotioned Arch your back, slow motion Hold a green toast out in Oakland, shooting juice in my upper cheek Shorty dripping like a tunnel leak You know your whole team p**y like a muffin sheet Stay balanced like a runner's feet, it's me