[Intro: Action Bronson]

Smoking fuckin' - thanksgiving turkey bags man

Surgical procedures

Ben Johnson

You already know

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Sign my name with the feather, tap dance under the full moon

Smokin', drinkin' liquor for the fam' that left us too soon

Just keep it truckin', searchin' all the nooks and crannies

No English Muffin, streets are filled with crooks and trannies

Bam Bam gotta shooter like Lagassee

Emerald green paper that I split up with my posse

One hand drivin', 3 grams smokin'

2 fiends suckin', tea bag soakin'

Strength of a retard, the drugs are even stronger

Shorty loved the longitude, dealer bring a quarter through

Over-fishin' make the snapper less affordable

I hate when stupid bitches ask me questions that's rhetorical

Like "do you want to have sex?", well bitch, it's obvious

Her name was Yeta from the former Yugoslavia

She grew a bush like a baby plant

Still I ate it, just think of it as bucatin' and razor clams

Smuggle cheeses in a baby bag

And then I serve at a private tastin'

I got no time for wastin'

Just dick is placed in the slit, no type of conversation

And prime rib from LaFrieda carved at the blablablabla...

Fuck, fucked my last word up 'cause I don't give a shit man

I meant to say, "prime rib carved at the fucking carving station", but yo...

Yo, my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up

In an alley with a fiend getting his cock sucked

Plus she wearin' a wedding dress, her special day

She said she finally met a… Fuck!

Yo, my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up

Up in an alley with a fiend getting his cock sucked

And she wearin' a wedding dress, her special day

She said she finally met a man to take her breath away

Well naturally I'm jealous, because I'm lonely

At times my only friends in life are drugs and the cannoli

My dad was right I shoulda listened when he told me

A walking contradiction, wounds inflicted on me solely

Pain within running deeper than the ocean floor

Ocean Ave Bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh, yo...

Pain within running deeper than the ocean floor

Ocean avenue, the family straight from Kosovo

That was years ago Ma, look how your son has bloomed

I hum a tune and then I'm hotter than the sun in June

And I'm just living my life but feel I'm drifting

Demons on the doorstep, lungs that feel constricted

Or maybe I should see a shrink and get prescripted

Or take the hand of God, but shit I think I'll keep my distance

I think I'm frightened and I didn't even know it

But yo, that was a thought and I'm subconsciously a poet

It's perfect timin' and I'm hoping I don't blow it

I pop the bottle of the Moet, yo here's to me!

[Bridge: Big Body Bes]

Yeah, it's Big Body Bes, man!

I wanna give a special fuckin' shoutout to all my family out there in that BX borough, man!

Davidson Avenue man, 2548, 190, we out here!

Shoutout rest in peace to my grandfather Ali Reza!

My Nonna, you already know, we out here!

Wild shit, straight from [dip-atlanta?], Albania, [ship-knee!]

We out here, no muthafuckin' shoes on!

Motherfuckers pissin' in the street!

Wylin'! Throwing sinks off the rooftop shit!

I'm out here, man, it's Big Body!

Motherfucker, you know me, man!

Rverybody, You ain't shit! Fuck you!

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Late nights, I'm trynna stay up out the orange skips

Great white sharks, the .38 with tarnished tip

27 years, I never met an honest bitch

Slice their faces like Katana and shit

Through my nasal, blow the smoke

Basil on the boat

Hookers on the half shell, hundred dollar pants

Wind breaker jacket flappin' like a falcon from a westward wind

Play the kitchen like a Mexican, next of kin

Patrick Swayze… We out!