Respect the Mustache
Action Bronson Statik Selektah Lyrics

Respect the mustache, my people loves cash and puff the cut grass
Acknowledge my facial hair, my associates enjoy money and marijuana

Of spite, known to let a nut fly, right in your slut mask
I have a tendency to ejaculate in a promiscuous woman's face out of anger

Ring of fire full I step inside fishing to cut glass
I confidently enter situations where danger lurks for the sake of acquiring material possessions

Tongue poll shaking pillars, you're like a steak a sizzler
My words are powerful enough to cause physical reactions, while you are insignificant

I'm like a lunch with no boo dip with the whole crew
I am a valuable addition to social gatherings, even without condiments

'Cause false moves get your whole face smothered like soul food
Making mistakes could result in physical harm similar to that of eating heavy Southern cuisine

Right by the waist I got the Pro Tool, it's simply logic
I keep my firearm close and it is a logical decision to do so

Produce this hard dick in seconds, make your bitch massage it
I am capable of becoming aroused quickly and expect my sexual partner to fulfill my desires

You're like a forty dollar holler from Guadalajara
You are a cheap, unsatisfactory individual

Gushing to scamma motherfucker's ain't promised tomorrow
Those who boast about their fraudulent gains are not guaranteed a future

Badges of honor on the chest the flesh got wounds in it
My chest bares scars as a representation of my past battles

Got inmates with assholes that got balloons in it
Inmates will smuggle contraband within their body in order to profit

Versace blue jeans 98 the scent of me
I wear high-end clothing and possess a distinct fragrance

Now the scent of me be primarily the scent of tree
Nowadays, the smell of marijuana emanates from me more frequently than anything else

Fucking feedback, play me feed back
Play my music and provide honest feedback

Before I shoot you, shorty take the charge, Steve Nash
If I am caught with illegal possessions, I will ensure that someone else takes the blame before turning to violence

Don't interrupt me I'll silly putty you for the money
If you get in my way, I will use force to obtain what I want

Red sauce, calamari you with the feeling's funny
I will use Italian cuisine as a method of torture with humorous intentions

I'm dealing twenties killing forties by the oz
I am selling cocaine in various quantities

My brain is scattered like I been swallowing OCs
My mental state is disorganized and possibly affected by prescription drug abuse

Beantown to Queens, you hear the rounds and screams
Gunfire and screams can be heard in both Boston and Queens

Where they pat down your jeans, take your money and your trees
Law enforcement officials and criminals alike will frisk individuals and confiscate their money and/or drugs

The diamond rocker devouring vodka shrimp and lobster
I indulge in expensive cuisine and luxurious possessions

Pop you and turn you into pasta papa look in my cara
I will kill you and use your remains as a component in Italian pasta dishes

The flow's furious, so serious cold killers
My rapping style is aggressive and attracts individuals with violent tendencies

Who rip shit, spit sick, and stole millions
My associates and I are successful criminals who have stolen large sums of money

Hit em with lead and then men'll run in your grandma house
After shooting someone, their associates will likely seek shelter in a grandparent's home

Clear it out, steal everything in it but the couch
We will rob the home of valuable items, leaving only the furniture behind

Term Brady and Action Sanchez
Referring to their own names with pride

Stacks of fair bread, clap and peel wigs
We have large amounts of money and will kill our enemies

The type of feeling I get when I write a rhyme
The satisfaction I receive from writing lyrics

Is the violentest blood-infested killing of all time
My lyrics are violent and evoke imagery of gruesome murders

I'm a beast
I am a skilled musician with a rough exterior