Party Supplies - Nordic Wind lyrics

[Verse 1] Our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle Never fumble, got the work right by the grundel Twin dick-s**s for me and my son That's before he was three, smoking weed in the blunt Straight from Flushing, where the birds are hanging dead in the window Scent of garbage make me sick, getting head in the rental Got the lamb rack, pan-roasted, laced it with fennel Little yogurt that been drizzled over might be a winner Come and see me, Nona hand-makes the fettucini Halla makes the baklava - getting paper kahskaval Lahmacun Salad-smoking savage out of Sarasota Macho man, the taco stand is where the hook is kept 30 dollars get you p**ycat, right in the kitchen where they cooking at Manteca, architecture Art Deco Twist the p**y like a soft pretzel I'm such a special guy, I'd rather die than ever testify You'd sooner see me at the party with a vest and tie Shorts, that's my steez when I'm stepping Strolling down the streets like the westerns Double weapons, at my sides and preparing for the showdown Spinning like a wild maneuver, wilding at the ho down Hold ground, stand firm, you little sissies got a chance Now it's time to give a man burn [Verse 2] Yo, you try to f** with Bronsolini, it's a crucial calling Guaranteed you're gonna lose just like the Brooklyn brawler Mister Wonderful in short-sets, Cortex Gore-tex the bottom of the feet in case the floor wet Floral scented, hand-crafted on the mother earth Kinda strange, things been funny since my brother's birth Shaking hands as if the money connect Blow a ransom on the yacht, have a seed in Quebec Respect my exquisite mystique, pretty petite Little hookers running wild, giving head in the street But still, slicing nuts, clean off that's with the razor I'm laughing in the tavern in fresh Brunos and blazers - chilling Spark the pepper Queens sh**, spark the pepper, PS