(feat. Meyhem Lauren)
[Action Bronson:]
Yeah, yeah
It’s the motherfuckin’ doctor
Doctor Bak, doctor Baklava
You already know it’s me (Of course)
Uh (Uh)
There’s no way out (Nope)
You took the payout (Nope)
Black Ferraris doin’ burnouts in front of Bernabéu (Skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, with the grenade in my mouth (Ah)
I’ma show you how it shakes out
Send the chopper real slow on the way down (Send ’em now)
A suitcase full of money so I can paint the town (Uh-huh)
Hammerhead, two hundred and eighty pounds (Uh)
Bitch, I don’t drive no motherfuckin’ Mercedes around (Hell no)
Know I’m in the Cherokee (Uh-huh), blastin’ Haitian music, baby, hate me now
Double-headed blood, American muscle (Uh)
I’m at every single Knick game off the mushrooms (Uh-huh)
Baklava like Pete Rose when I’m slidin’ through customs (Uh)
Dollar van drop me off at Sufton (Right there)
From off the overpass, right through your window, here’s a pumpkin (Ah)
Black and silver Nike high-top, Tim Duncans (Ah)
They found your pop’s finger in the box next to the munchkins (Ah)
My black magic leave your head shrunken (Uh)
Uh, poison forty gang members with empanadas (Yes)
With product from the supermarket costin’ just eleven dollars
(Cheap motherfucker)
My left foot like James (James)
You know I’m in the Porsche, makin’ cuts like Barry from the Lions
(Uh-huh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I spar with champions (Uh)
Each scampy need a pantheon (For real)
Shorty say that I’m handsome (Yes, I am), bitch, I’m just mandem (Yes, I am)
Man, peta bread, lamb neck (All that)
The twenty-third-century Hamlet (All that)
Bitch, I’m mandem (Mandem)
[Meyhem Lauren:]
Foliage in Sedona, now the trees match the mountains
Travel around the globe, takin’ pictures next to fountains
Drop a couple racks and pick a number, then we bouncin’
Never the type to freeload, was kilo, quarter, and ouncin’
Quiet about endeavors, but this jewelry box announcin’
Flyin’ and rockin’ leathers that the master’s mispronouncin'
Been lit for so long, the light bill is seven digits
Sneakerhead until I’m dead, but stick my foot in different lizards
Caviar textures for breakfast, we ain’t eatin’ chicken gizzards
Changed the tires on my Lexus, now this shit’s equipped for blizzards
We swam the seven seas
Rice and peas
Lebanese
Ten degrees hotter than these other niggas, we from Queens
You can’t go where we go
It’s hurtin’ your ego
Now these niggas bitter like radicchio misto
I talk cash, speak bucks
Never in a cheap tux
Often in the back of her throat like acid reflux
Been fly since the era you could smoke on a plane
Every link brolic, you can sniff coke on my chain
You have now entered Planet Frog
Other lyrics by Action Bronson:
CONDOR
Uh, it’s velvet What is it, velvet? Uh It is, uh I pull up on a ho, same confidence as Jon Bon Jov (Uh-huh) Take her to the Congo (Uh-huh) Over to Van Wyck, flew to …
IGUANA
Know I said “yes” Iguana Fuck that shit Iguana Fuck out of here Iguana Uh Train sambo (Uh), dance samba (Uh) They made Baklava in the lab like Blanka (Uh) …
LEBRON HENNESSY
You have now entered Planet Frog Take me to the bottom of the ocean, please Just leave me there, I’ll meet you there I have some business to attend to I’ll …
MANDEM
(feat. Meyhem Lauren) [Action Bronson:] Yeah, yeah It’s the motherfuckin’ doctor Doctor Bak, doctor Baklava You already know it’s me (Of course) Uh (Uh) …
MUTATIONS
Right now I’m just hangin’ in chrysalis (Uh) Ready to spawn into my final form (Uh) Drugs are stored inside my spinal cord (Right there) And I’ve been …