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Larry Csonka

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Larry Csonka

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[Intro:]

Bronsolino

Fuck that sitting-down rap type shit, man

I stand up, cause I'm a motherfucking man

And I'm motherfucking hot

[Verse 1:]

Peep it

I'm on the third floor, your class was in the basement

You know what that means: you got a hint of retardation

Well, me too, I'm fully-blown just like the flow, though

Spit the silky shit that's ankle-length like a kimono

Uh, sharp instruments to rock like a fossil

Shotty for the haters, that's trimmed off at the nostrils

Well, me and Docker eating dinner at the brothel

Never sniff that blanco, that's word to OJ's Bronco

Cop a Dutch and break it open, overfill it

I'm rollin' in the car, it may be shaky, never spill it, though

Cause when I rhyme, I feel possessed by El Espirito

Encounters of a Third Kind, X-Rays on the visual

Ginger ale and hot sauce: two things I live by

I'm such a chill guy, but fuck around and, yes, you will die

Green DeVille, right, green drugs, but hold the serum

Rub the things together, then you clear 'em, flatline

The prosciutto, olives from Tunisia

Drums are hittin' hard because they chopped up like a cleaver

And yes I'm smokin' all the reefer

The night creeper

I love the pussy really tight, that's with a light Caesar

Can it be that I'm the Golden Child, the Chosen One

The piggies saying freeze, but every time they did I chose to run

Takin' that attachment on the nozzle like a soldier's gun

Hide behind the boulder, silver bullet through you shoulder, son

Crack the pepper over thin crust that's handmade

I'm stayin' strapped just like the Air Raid

Yo, take a taste of my nuts

Know they sweet just like the candy

Thick and the same color as Band-Aid, understand me?

I built this building, they came and then I dropped it

Two hour flights to Heathrow up in the Concorde

Fermented grapes up in my glass that bear the same name

I'm working hard because that's what I need to maintain

Killer Queens is on the rise, so understand me

Ain't never stoppin' 'til there's Grammy in a room for my family

Also known as a den

Post and toast with Lauren

Posing for pictures, kicking scriptures that form up a phlegm

[Interlude:]

Uh, let me take a little break fam

I'm fucking straight out of surgery, man

I need a little break

When I come back in, I'm a come back in hard, though

I promise you that

(Look at my motherfucking shoulders, son)

[Verse 2:]

Yo

I'm diving in like Louganis

I'm aiming right for that anus

Trying to give her a payment to rent the pussy like Avis

Peace to Shaevitz & Shaevitz

My rhymes are seasoned for flavor

Fuck with shorties that's in shape, they got the V like they Vega

Ah ha, Animal Style, flippin' like a flipjack

You heard the cat rap, like animal's fear from a rat, got

Ankle length, that's suede, the jacket

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

Do the Chatatimmy Shimmy like a crackhead

No one compare to me, lampin' with my tangerine

I'm fiend out, so I'm bangin' on the tambourine

Yo, bring the drugs and call me when you on the corner

And I'm a send the doja down in case they run up on ya

Your style is celibate, I'm elegant, trust

My style is liver and I'm ivory like a elephant tusk

Swirl the wine inside the glass that got the delicate musk

Shoe be pointy at the toe, closin' down the show

Poison be the flow, got the boysenberry blow

Finnish on the women

That mean the bitch from Finland

Her tits are bonkers

Chilling in the chakras

Rollers in her hair, I'm running through it, Larry Csonka

[Outro:]

Bronsolino

You don't even know who fucking Larry Csonka is, man

Get the fuck off my weed leaf

Pussy

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