Barry Horowitz
Action Bronson Lyrics


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"His opponent from St. Petersburg, Florida"
"Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Barry Horowitz!"

Yeah, the Chocolatier
Bronsalinio, yeah

To the back with the hat, lean back in the 'Lac
Crack the window, hear the soldier styles and that in back
Ain't no "Cat in the Hat," just a cat that can rap
This is Bronson, representing Flushing, Queens on the map
Yeah, heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind
Blunts filled with the citrus mixed with orange lime
Pussy drip when the thought of Action come to mind
Born to ride, winter spring summer shine
Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide
You don't want the revolution to be televised
Terrified from the Arab mountain death camps
With the iron burning hot, give you chest stamps
Phone calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece
With or without leaf, burn about an ounce chief
To the neck like a razor for the stubble
Raised inside the struggle, blazin' in the huddle yeah
Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it
Left the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't stand in it

("Someone took the words to my song")

It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the back
Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack
Close the window to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn
These old suckers gettin' placed into a young urn
Specialized like the little bus
Use my chubby little finger first to stimulate the clitoris
King Kong ain't got shit on us
I'm out here gettin' it for real while you motherfuckers filibust'
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission
Started at pole position, eyes on the long division
As it burn my thumb, I roll another one
Quite persistent, that's why they call me my mother's son
Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho stiff
Make your ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
Obey the coke king
Cause every motherfucker in rockin' loaded, I'm on that old shit!

("Someone took the words to my song")
("Someone took the words to my song")





"Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Action Bronson's song "Barry Horowitz" are a mix of amusing and confrontational verses. The first two lines introduce his opponent, who is from St. Petersburg, Florida and weighs 231 pounds. After that, Bronson begins rapping about himself, referencing his nickname “Chocolatier” and his hometown, Flushing, Queens. He says that he is a “heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind,” suggesting that he is intelligent as well as physically imposing. Bronson also mentions smoking blunts filled with citrus and orange lime, which he claims makes women attracted to him. He asserts that he was “born to ride” and implores his enemies to “run and hide,” adding that they don’t want a revolution to be televised.


In the second verse, Bronson continues to brag about his skills, stating that he is specialized like the little bus and using a chubby little finger to stimulate the clitoris. He takes a shot at other rappers, saying that they are being placed in young urns while he is out getting it for real. Bronson claims that he is quite persistent, and that is why they call him his mother's son. He then ends the verse with a barrage of insults and references to drug use.


Line by Line Meaning

His opponent from St. Petersburg, Florida
Announcing the wrestler Barry Horowitz's opponent for the match, who is from St. Petersburg, Florida.


Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Barry Horowitz!
Introducing the wrestler Barry Horowitz, who weighs 231 pounds.


To the back with the hat, lean back in the 'Lac
I'm in the backseat of my Cadillac, wearing my hat and leaning back.


Crack the window, hear the soldier styles and that in back
I cracked the car window and can hear the soldiers talking in the backseat.


Ain't no "Cat in the Hat," just a cat that can rap
I'm not a children's book character, I'm a rapper.


This is Bronson, representing Flushing, Queens on the map
I'm Action Bronson and I'm representing Flushing, Queens.


Yeah, heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind
I'm a big, strong guy with a smart mind.


Blunts filled with the citrus mixed with orange lime
I smoke marijuana wrapped in a citrus-flavored cigar.


Pussy drip when the thought of Action come to mind
Women get aroused when they think of me.


Born to ride, winter spring summer shine
I was born to do this; I'm here year-round.


Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide
I'm real and if you see me, you better run.


You don't want the revolution to be televised
You don't want me to start a revolution and have it all over television.


Terrified from the Arab mountain death camps
I'm scared of the Arab mountain death camps.


With the iron burning hot, give you chest stamps
I'll burn you with a hot iron and leave chest stamps.


Phone calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece
I make phone calls with a cloth over the mouthpiece.


With or without leaf, burn about an ounce chief
I'll smoke an ounce of marijuana with or without rolling papers.


To the neck like a razor for the stubble
I'll cut your neck like a razor for the stubble.


Raised inside the struggle, blazin' in the huddle yeah
I grew up in hard times and still manage to smoke with my friends.


Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it
I'll dig a hole and throw a lamb in it.


Left the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't stand in it
I left my slippers in the sand and nobody could stand in them.


"Someone took the words to my song"
Someone stole the lyrics to my song.


It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the back
This is a rap about Barry Horowitz and I'm praising myself.


Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack
I don't mess around, I'm serious like Shaquille O'Neal.


Close the window to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn
Don't let anyone in and let me smoke some weed.


These old suckers gettin' placed into a young urn
Old people are dying and getting put in urns.


Specialized like the little bus
I'm special like the short bus.


Use my chubby little finger first to stimulate the clitoris
I use my fat finger to please a woman sexually.


King Kong ain't got shit on us
I'm better than King Kong.


I'm out here gettin' it for real while you motherfuckers filibust'
I'm serious and working hard while others are just talking.


Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission
I'm smoking weed and doing my own thing.


Started at pole position, eyes on the long division
I started out on top and I'm looking ahead in life.


As it burn my thumb, I roll another one
As I roll a joint, it burns my thumb but I keep going.


Quite persistent, that's why they call me my mother's son
I'm persistent like my mother and that's where I get it from.


Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho stiff
I'm great in bed and will leave any woman satisfied.


Make your ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
I'll make a woman cry like she's listening to Hootie and the Blowfish.


Obey the coke king
I'm the king of cocaine and you should listen to me.


Cause every motherfucker in rockin' loaded, I'm on that old shit!
Everyone is doing something different but I'm sticking to what I know.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ARIYAN ARSLANI

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Ruairi

More songs with wrestling references needed

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I hope you've found Westside Gunn by now

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